Leviathan's storm.

It has come.
The apocalyptic overload.
Sworn down from the realms above.
Like the parting of the red sea backwards.
Comment allez-vous I ask.


Garrett Johnson.

Bourne of the Wild,
Destiny's wrathful child,
Shall penetrate through the mysterious veil
Wrought by life's hands beguile

Wild, my dreams soar
Into the lap of nature.
The sky is my father,
His storm guides me.
The earth is my mother,
Within her embrace, from sorrows, I'm free
All my siblings,
Though most of them misguided,
Are still for me to love.
They forget who they belong to
In life and also in death
And my mother, in my dreams, asked me
To bring them all back home

Vast depths of silence
streaming through the night sky.
The monotonously moving trees
Swaying in unison.
Lapping erratically,
The cool breeze blows
Serene and cool,
The full moon glows
Twinkling in playful sprite,
Stars wink in delight
Nature's humble beauty
By a master stroke; bedight

A blinding flash of lightening
A distant clap of thunder
The ever blowing gale wind
Stillness torn asunder.
The earth shivers
By the roar of rumbling thunder
Pellets of pattering rain;
Frondeur
A romantic heart will wonder,
Who brought about this grandeur?
Into utter chaos
the world will stumble
Awed by power
Human ego will crumble