Storm
Dark skies far distant cries.
Destructive, path with all its wrath,.
Nature calls city stalls.
Buildings tall buildings fall.
Lights have gone I look upon
Homes crushed turn to dust.
Fires blaze I stop to daze
Roaring skies with vengeful eyes.
,Defences battered, left in tatters.
city of water, with all its slaughter,.
Days of thunder I often wonder
mass destruction more construction.
Sunken wrecks abandon decks
Massive waves lives to save.
Bolt of light that sudden fright.
Fearful eyes those darken skies.
End is here, storm has past,
another direction moving fast.
Beginning of the end hopeful task.
Next destination it stops to ask.
Copyright © Paul Gardner | Year Posted 2005
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