Lightning in the Dark Night Skies

The blue blooded, blue babies of the skies
The chief commanders of the blue moons
Blue boxing the dark cloud to blue berries
From the blue on blue to deep blue stages

The calls of the void on the throne for war
Throw up effigies in mysterious elegies’ kit
Lightning dances bear in the dark night sky
And inscribed forbearance upon the floods

Waves and currents crawl up to bed sheets
Like serpents sailing on their sinful grounds
The loaded lightning on the dark night skies
Stands in the dock for bugling the night colt

His chief of staff perforates thick ear drums
And rocks the silence born dark grave yards
Honey-mooned couples gobble the currents
Like darkness swallowing up the light’s bows