The Tempest
Does the flash of the lightening disturb you
White light shining into your eye
Or the hammering of the thunder
Echoing throughout the sky
Light intensity and noise levels
Reach a cataclysmic peak
And driving rain in stair-rods
As we a glimpse do sneak
What will escape the tempest
And the tortuous howling gale
Blasted indiscriminately
Like a boat that’s lost it’s sail
All creatures they stay hidden
To let the storm past by
Secure in their hideaways
Hoping its end is nigh
Copyright © Steve Eaton | Year Posted 2017
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