October Sundown

October sundown spillt o'er rainswept mountains undressed, lit by the Painter's brush; momentarily... sucks the oxygen from the air, leaving me gasping for words.... ........2........ the hands on the great clock bent under the weight, waves pounding hard against the breakers. the fire flickers, almost dies, bursts into flame. the ghost of longing walks out of the grave! ........3........ the earth tremors, tall buildings fall! the wail of the dying fills the air... the stench of blood and burning flesh chokes the mind... dark wings thunder on the distant horizon. the bells of emptiness ring like razors.... still beating hearts held in children's hands! ........4........ October sundown.... ....and the night .............is coming! leaving me.... ...gasping for words!