Another cathartic poem, three dominos face off against a stormcloud… who shall remain standing?
Three wee dominos stood together on a cloud
A trio content in its silvery shroud.
Leaning upon the next, afraid of the ground
So high, they were sheltered from gravities bounds.
Golden on the east, wooden in the west
A stone in the middle upon which to rest,
For each a friend was had to be sensed
And pleasure from that as they sat on this fence.
The gases were calm, the winds held their seats.
But the distance held a thunderous beat.
Deaf were the three, their ears were not real
And the puff at their feet was all they could feel.
But Those treacherous skies kept a secret of theirs:
they held grip on the dominos in their cradle of airs
For a chance to expend their smoldering ires
On three little dominos held atop cloudspires
Strength was needed when the first gusts hit
T’was luck that each domino had some of it.
Gold, stone, wood… the winds suffered them not
And they endured together the safety of this spot.
Angry skies bared witness, drawing its force:
It pathed a jolt with they on its course.
Swift as lightning, disaster had struck
And the winds looked on to see who would buck.
From the east it hit the Gold one first
Appearing well, though fairing the worst.
Currents had filled it from top to bottom
Its heart was melted, a hollow collumn.
Heat from the bolt spread through the stone
And into the wood, whose fate had been sown:
Though rains poured out, his face still burned
and his heart now ashen, his body an urn.
The stone sat in silence, as only he could
as he witness the death of the gold and the wood
Domino brothers, he holds them both
Whilst stormclouds faded into ghosts
Still there they sit, his strength too pure
He’ll suffer for them, he’ll be their cure
Gold is still gold and wood is still wood,
He’ll hold them together, like he knows he should.
If no jolt had occured, if t’were some other force
He knows they would have been his source
An ability had he to remain their brace
But a different threat may soon be faced.
None will know who’ll next need to hold
together the three of wood, stone, and gold.
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