The Storm King

The Storm uttered his vengeful voice Breathing threats on all mortals below. With power he showed his flashing bolts And shook the earth with his mighty hands. The trees cried loudly as they were rent. The rivers drank more than they could bear. Creatures hid in quivering protest As the storm’s soldiers marched quickly by. When he passed there came a gentle touch. His life was squandered in his fury. The sky shone forth his bright epitaph And mere mortals spoke ill of the dead. Upon the earth renewed life sprang forth And nature was blessed by his fury. The hatred of the Storm King withal Became the source of much grace below.