Lon Wartman Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

On February the 12^th 2021 some of the coldest days in over 100 years dove across the Midwest bringing with is blizzard like conditions.  From the Canadian border to the Gulf of Mexico it wreaked havoc of all in its deadly path with the most damage done in Texas. This is my rendition of that deadly storm.  It also reminds me of the battle between good and evil.  How in the end Good conquers evil

Winter's Wrath

Day-248 “Winter’s Wrath”
From out of the north
The cold winds blew
Hell’s inferno turned blistery cold
The Devil himself all 
Bundled in ice coated steel; 
His snarly, crackling laughter
Piercing the barren air.

His staff, a brazened fork,
Pierced all who ventured out 
Searing holes in sockless shoes.
His razor sharp eyes
Turned pathways glazed
To monstrous graves.

Eternity could not be worse 
This inferno from the north.

From out of the south
The warm winds came.
Across the Heavens, 
In a chariot of golden sun rays
Pulled by a hundred whited steeds 
Apollo took aim.

Over the plains they clashed;
Spears and swords took many a soul
White sheets covered the deadly fields.

The north wind hissed.
The south wind kissed. 
 
Apollo cried out 
“My blood runs hot 
Forsake me not.”

From his scabbard a diamond blade flew
Cutting the breath of that mighty
South bound wind.   
He ripped the armor 
From the Devil’s redden skin
And turned it to dust; then 
Took that angry man’s staff and threw 
It to the sea.

With that the skies began to calm
And the wind turned warm.

Above the plains
In the setting sun
Selene stood proud.
As she glazed the sea
With an orangish glow 
A smile on her face
For Apollo her man, 
Boreas he tamed.
						Lon 2/16/2021 #351

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