The eye of the storm is studying me.
Dancing through dark skies.
Eternally free.

Unlike the battalions stood on the field.
Soldiers of fortune are hiding from harm.
Tornado holds charms filled with only with magic.
Their soldier boys war is eternally tragic.
I don't want them to fight, it's really not right.
Storm winks his eye.
Sighs louder for sure.
War is a night terror with no known cure.
(c)LIVVI