Her way is dictated by the light of the moon
and the fierce whims of the storm.
If she touches your soul with her shine
you'll be enveloped in peace and warmth.
But, don't wake the storm.
Let it lie on the seafloor.
Brooding, boiling, bubbling,
In restless dreams thrashing,
Eager to unleash waves and lightning
Upon her unwary foes.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoetryA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
