Sunday, June 14, 2015

Storm

An ode to the Storm: Creator of life and destroyer

The mist obeyed the Storm's call
Its vaporous army gathered forces
At her command, they floated up to the mountain
Marching a haunting dance about its zenith

Before descending into the valley
With a thunderous war-song
Unleashing their power, unrestrained
There was no resisting their forces

How beautiful was she, and how terrible
How we owed her, and how we envied her
We bowed our heads in grudging respect
To Her, the formidable, the uncontrollable

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