Night Storm

We hide and could have died But we only heard the faint cry Of the wind outside whistling aloud As the devastation passes by. From the darkness, we heard cries, Bringing voices of the night storm Crashing through invisible barriers That held the names of our heroes A mythical storm uprooting old trees Bludgeon tool we are unable to rule The falling fowl upon new houses Lay crumple like an ancient scrawl Night storm is an ancient journeyman, Come on a visit to the isles each year To enact revenge on the jealous land with divulged appetite it has no fear. The hunted died, and the storm gone an evil force, crawl back into its silent shell Planning a surprise for the next horizon With groaning whispers of awakening hell.