The Storm - Poem by Peter Black
To this day I have never felt so cold:
The thunder vibrating in my bones,
Long before the army of the heights,
Sent down the first spears of rain bellow,
I felt the drops on my skin warning,
That mankind truly has no control.
It was then I looked upwards and saw
In full form one of the ancient gods;
From its eyes streaked long lines of lighting;
Roaring with its mouth open and poured
All its power on the human world,
Sending creatures into trees and dens;
Us into boxes to feign safety,
With one look it crushed the human beast,
Working so hard to wash our filth clean.
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