Short Stories and Poems

Curse of The Storm

The trees moved with the strong horrendous wind, a show it did preform.
Howling and ravenous, did the wolves run. Escaping the perilous storm.
Lightning flared and thunder roared as the atramentous night pushed on.
Paw after paw, leaving prints in the mud, not stopping until the break of dawn.

An incantation is said to be, the only way to stop such a fright.
In a dark hold, far from the town, in a place that's not too bright.
A book you'll find, will keep a spell, one that will stop the sudden uproar.
But traveler beware, there are tricks hidden around, behind the crimson door.

You see, to enter this place without having any consequence.
One must enter cowardly, not having any confidence.
The place you seek is not too kind, it only saps such emotion.
But just keep walking forward, you must have strong devotion.

Look around traveler, you are now there.
Open the book, go on, but open with care.
Read the words you see to the sky.
The words you speak, off your tongue they will fly.

"Storm oh storm, calm to bay.
For we need not, your rain today.
To gods above, hear my plea.
Stop this storm, I command of thee.
You must listen to me, For I am the speaker.
Rid of these winds, make them be weaker.
Return the rain back to where it belongs.
So thy children can sing their merry little songs.
Let the sun shine, on the fields you created.
Where such crops like corn and potatoes, have populated."