Tempest....(Random musings part 2) :PP

Prisms broken
illusions shattered
miasma shrouds
hope bows down
two strings to hold
one fate to savor
one struggle to go
wont let it go
swinging swaying
whirling around
last crumbs allude
countdown down
fallling glory glorified drowning
crumpled content
illusions quelled
burnt sepia ashes arise
botttomless abyss guised
flummoxed, asphyxiated shuddered I
agitated, retaliated, halted, numbed, sighed......