Grapes of Wrath

Reaper of wheat that grows upon the plains of Italy,
Horsemen gallop throughout the Valley with dignity.
Celestials lightening strikes the mountain tops,
Leaves capture the clouds filled with raindrops.
Irritating the harvest that is destined to grow,
Mount Everest has their peaks covered in snow.
Unrequited Sequim in a dream of fate,
Engineering the author's synapses of an inevitable date.
Demons of the cherished children called out of the light,
Not releasing the grip of the allignnent of night.
Growing in the visionary placement of Archangel's eyes,
Watching as the epic conclusion of harmony dies.
Wizard of the witches backlashed blessings,
Converging in the molds of prophetic progressing.
Keeping decrees of my heart in the depths of insanity,
Penning the final outcome with a truthful valiantly.