*First came the rain.
I stood there in ache.
She pleaded with pain;
How much more could she take?
The rain poured violently.
A shower that turned to a tempest,
Such a dark place to be.
Where a rage can grow and establish.
Rain turned to ice, I felt the sting.
So much hurt and anger.
The sky thunders, so loud to ring.
A war impending; a call of danger.
She bites back at the rain.
Two forces of nature collide.
Both are in fervid pain.
I solemnly delegate not to side.
I wait inside, all confined.
The ice and rain battle,
Leaving only a monstrosity behind.
This is their altercation, their battle.
Arbitrate I could,
Daft would I be.
A fight to happen as it would.
Do not let that mortal to designate to be me.*
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
*First came the rain.
I stood there in ache.
She pleaded with pain;
How much more could she take?
The rain poured violently.
A shower that turned to a tempest,
Such a dark place to be.
Where a rage can grow and establish.
Rain turned to ice, I felt the sting.
So much hurt and anger.
The sky thunders, so loud to ring.
A war impending; a call of danger.
She bites back at the rain.
Two forces of nature collide.
Both are in fervid pain.
I solemnly delegate not to side.
I wait inside, all confined.
The ice and rain battle,
Leaving only a monstrosity behind.
This is their altercation, their battle.
Arbitrate I could,
Daft would I be.
A fight to happen as it would.
Do not let that mortal to designate to be me.*
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