Rage Before The Storm. Poem by Wade Harlaine
Rage Before The Storm.
Is she at peace and calm?
Or do the silver surfers still ride her tragic waves?
O how I wish I had the moon at my mercy
To thrash around with all my anger
Such a torrent of abyss I would create
A place worthy of those damned false suitors.
Under the immense weight of the deepest
fathoms of my emotion they would despair.
One day! Sleep well my foes, sleep well.
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if only sleep will never walk