Bleeding

I remember writing this as the wind ripped the drapes back and forth in my room, and the sky threatened with a purple so deep, you could almost taste it... The cool mist of the storm was licking into the warm ebb of the house, and the chill of the battle between those two enemies, swirled about like ghosts of eerie proportions... I sat and channeled this start to finish in about 30 minutes; rapt in the muse of nature and the force with which she reigns!!!