He was a tornado bolting his way through the storm
The night was a screaming silence
Controlling his thoughts
Searching for a weapon, he needed to fight
He focused on a gleaming sword of light
Grasping it in his hands bravely
The storm was approaching more abruptly than he could bare
Once more he was scared
His body was as hot as a popping skillet
Taking his mind and suffocating his soul
Soon he will evaporate under the control
He closed his eyes and taking a long controlled breath
He was not going to give up his fight
The storm was not going to overpower him
No matter what happens
He will control the storm and win the war.
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Lost in Translation
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