The tempest of our nightmares
tempers flare in high winds
the sea roars in anger
heavy rains pelt down
waves rise to the occasion
after much ado and
with visible reluctance
the sky begins to clear
stars bestow their calmness
while the weary moon looks on
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2026
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