Crack- goes the whip of the thunder, Lightning racing forth.

Crack- goes the pane of glass, a new line that will form

Crack- the first frost of the season, bringing life to end

Crack- is the glass panes mortar, expanding in the rim

Crack- says the brittle sticks, scattered about the ground

Crack- is the crumble of leaves that have dampened all the sound

Crack- a gale force wind, snapping to and from

Crack- and a mind is shattered, knowing to die alone

Crack- a billion tiny razored mirrors, falling on the floor

Crack- of the gun that signals there shall be no more