Last Night © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Dark descended swift and sure
unknowing that it would endure
another night of vicious thunder
that split a wretched sky asunder.

Thunder crash and lightning blaze
lit the ocean's sticken gaze;
A flood of clouds began to swarm
to mist the wild eyes of the storm.

Wild winds wailed of wretched woe
their howling echoed in the breeze
against the fiendish foolish foe
that tore into the ancient trees.

Thru' it all good Earth was sleeping,
Who could blame the sky for weeping?