RISSA FORMICA - Thunderbird

Wings so dark that they match the night skies.
Eyes so black they make the stars cry.

Thunderbird is said to create the storms.
We all see it as death and destruction.
But is also life and beauty.
Makes us appreciate the worlds inner beauty.
we see storms with streaks of light.
We hear the booms of the night.
But the water of eternal life.
Will bring new born life.
Thunderbird can be like a crackling fire.
It can be used as light to see,
As warmth to live and not die.
But also used to set afire,
to burn things,
and to make destruction.
As we see it Thunderbird is good and bad.
Just like everyone is.
Thunderbird creates life and death....

RISSA FORMICA

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