The Storm brews
On the horizon
Clouds conquering
The Sky.
Darkness devours
The dying sun
As I wait for it to arrive.
It hits with a great force.
Rocks me to the core.
However, I welcome it
As I fall to the floor.
The Storm possesses powers mystical
That compels me to bow down.
I smile quietly,
As the lightning adds jewels to her crown.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
The Storm brews
On the horizon
Clouds conquering
The Sky.
Darkness devours
The dying sun
As I wait for it to arrive.
It hits with a great force.
Rocks me to the core.
However, I welcome it
As I fall to the floor.
The Storm possesses powers mystical
That compels me to bow down.
I smile quietly,
As the lightning adds jewels to her crown.
