The Howling Tempest

From afar a mist like Folded hand encircles The naked atmosphere Like a drop of oil in water Spreads,like cancer Hides in oblivion and Manifests unannounced Wrecking havocs To seeds of mother earth, Like blanket bath Covers the fleeing legs. Like blazing furnace Scorched the souls. Like a game ace, Invincible it remains. With bleary-eyes We look to it's swift destructions- With horror blazoned Across the horizon. Only in due course, Can the seasoned Sun rise from the horizon. Surely nothing can lift This nature's curse.