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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