Silent Symphony

by strangerthaniam

Following gravity it’s a sky ride, maximum velocity collected by force.  Battle rams drum the impending doom, shake dust, wake dust, moving when it’s not suppose to.  Particles on particles, to antiparticles closing in, raindrops steal the warmth from within.  It’s cold, so cold, no transmission of waves.  Information entropy ceases, mysterious nothings scream a silent symphony.