The Man and The Storm

The Man in The Storm

As the fierce storm took over, trees lay scattered around

Beneath each one is a dark, mangled ground

Conniving and wicked, the storm has a mind of it's own

Distantly heard is thunder; the strong winds seem to moan

Everlasting is this storm, the dark is here to stay

For this is the price that mankind must pay

Gaunt is the lone figure as he slowly walks the misty, dark street

Hunched over his cane, the bearded man's robe brushes his feet

Illumination from the moon surrounds him, while the rest of the world remains black

Jagged lines crossed a weathered old face and eyes reveled love is to lack

Knowledgeable is this elder, and he has a specific plan

Living the past century he foresaw the demise of man

Mankind chose to ignore the warnings and instead demanded more

Now it is too late; the brutal storm shakes the Earth's core

Ominously the world grows darker, he alone knows it is evil in disguise

Prophecies had given warnings, but greed will result in this demise

Quiet and swift the man moves; he seems to float in the air

Radiating in the distance, only he can see the shining lair

Savagely the wind howls, taking down everything in it's path

Thunder shakes the Earth, while lightening flashes it's wrath

Undaunted by his surroundings, the man pushes towards the beckoning light

Vividly in the distance, his entrance shines, beautiful and bright

Wavering towards his reward, he reflected how human emotion had gone numb

Xenophobia and greed had prevented them from accepting what was to come

Yearning for power and money, only too late had they realized they had been deceived

Zapped away is life as they knew it; now they wish they had believed.