Devil's Breath
Tempests of
inclemency
Cyclones filled
with pain
Tornadoes come
and go at will
With nothing
to remain
Caught inside
their whirlwind
Whose spin to wreak
and hurl
A demon vortex
roaming wild
Destruction
— to unfurl
(The New Room: April, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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