A tree bends against the wind.
How easy to forget.
How powerful a storm is.
A face you have once met.
A person can create storms.
Just by being present.
How dangerous people are.
What evil they have sent.
He gives off an energy.
Much like a gun or knife.
Your senses heighten from fear.
You wonder for your life.
When you know someone's a threat.
Just by being here now.
You desire to fight or flee.
Some people just can't bow.
So we fought for all our days.
Eventually he fell.
I suppose I should be thrilled.
Even though it was hell.
But victory had a price.
The bill finally came.
Now people fear me as well.
He and I are the same.
