A Storm Awaits Poem by Jennifer Batch

It lay dormant within her quietly waiting
Like a storm brewing on the horizon
Being conjured up by angels or by demons
Haunting her very essence
Haunting her very soul

Her mesmerizing eyes reach out
Like icy hands grasping for a chance
Just one final chance at salvation
As she feels the hounds of hell
Vast upon her heels
And sees the blazing chariots of fire
Rushing through the gates of hell

Thunderous pounding and lightening pulsing
Dancing across the dynamic sky ablaze with fury
The final curse hath been delivered
Pain no longer shall lay dormant
Rage no more shall be contained
The time is nigh the winged take flight

For wicked are the ways of men
And all the pain they deal
Daunting storms await the one who
Scorns the wounded heart
Causing darkness to befall a loving trusting heart
Ere never shall her heart take flight in such a way again