Far Out is Doom: Chapter 7
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 7
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
In puddles after the rain glistened lay,
A rain we had not expected, and one
So very much yearned for, and swift it came,
With a patter, and soft thuds, in the dust,
And let we it fall on shoulders and chests,
With clothing ripped away, we, of parched throats,
And ski…