A Stormy Villanelle

her storm seen sometime or never her form a mottled cry, begs the clinker from the sky that many try, to pacify her ire, nought can quench her heady fire, her storm seen sometime or never none have won to pacify her surge, to all men now a cursed scourge, begs the clinker from the sky no prediction can be lent, only heaven’s interdiction can be lent, her storm seen sometime or never grasps the metal’s leery eye, depths of Hades burns it dry, begs the clinker from the sky then hard pull, protection’s reins, her nature’s wrath, knows no direction, her storm seen sometime or never, begs the clinker from the sky 02/03/2015