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.
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