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.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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