It roars
A lion of the air
Commanding the sky with its thunder
Drowning out all but it's call of dominance
And the storm rages on
I am splattered
No soaked
Utterly drenched
My tailored clothing nothing more
Than muddy rags
My socks floating in the boat
That my shoe has become
My once perfect tamed hair
Now wind and rampage
Dancing in the wild wind
That blows, slams, explodes in the air
Thunder claps and lightning strikes
The storm rages on regardless
Woe am I, here mortal
Standing almost the eye o' the storm
Yet what safety can i breach
Thou art no normal mortal storm
And thence it rages on, regardless
What man can ever hope
To bewitch the weather
Fiction lies: what spell
No spell, can ever tame the beast
What is magic against nature?
Nature futures all
Nature destroys all
And hence the storm rages on, regardless
Then, so quiet
It calms
It breaths
It stills
And the flood becomes a drizzle
The lion, a mewing cat
The ray of day erasing the furious flashes
And amist all I wonder
The storm rages, no longer
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
