April 4th
The Storm
Hunkered down with bitter resolve
hardened with the savage knowledge
of what has happened to their fathers,
the grey-leaved veterans of the forest
dig their roots into the frozen soil
The expanse of ever-changing
blue, green, orange, golden quicksilver
is suffocated by the oppressing overhang
of the rumbling, tumbling, great black beast
burdened with a rage unfathomable
to the fragile dwellers of the surface
it rises so malevolently above
Like ants spurned by the searing flame
the cowering souls bound in flesh
are petrified by the many hounds of fear,
hunting with shining electric fangs,
that swarm in a bustling mass
under the massive wingspan
of the treacherous entity
Seen by some as a cold-hearted murderer
a widower of ruthless capabilities
a tyrant whose domain stretches far over all
a monstrosity of the winds and the rage of nature
a sinister revenge by the angelic higher beings
a curse and a blight on the pathetic
a thing, an it, an inanimate mass of energy
little do they know....
there is much more to a storm than first meets the eye
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