The+Awakening

= The Awakening = Andrew Moore The trees whispering in the eerie silence. A feeling of isolation Stealing the warmth. Everything around me was a blur. I remember the vastness of it reaching for the sky, It seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon. The sky was pitch black. Lightning lit up the sky, The relentless wind, Rain pouring down Breaking as it touched my skin. Tearing apart my shelter.