Lace Tornado
Lace Tornado mighty in flight
swirling around with fright
Churning colours pale and bright
with dashes of light in the night
Anger deems, as it beams
Twisting, turning, burning
The sight of its height,
Like a kite in the night.
What a wonderful sight as it flows from site to site
The colours mix and blend as the wind starts to mend
Contrasts you have never seen, as they gleam through the seam.
A spectacle of the night, what a wonderful plight
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