Nights Fury Poem by Micronjan Ivers

In the dead of night, I stir alone,
Rain lashes the glass like sharpened stone.
The wind screams through the twisted eaves,
Whistling secrets only darkness believes.

Lightning cleaves the blackened sky,
A blinding slash where shadows die.
Thunder growls, a monstrous, hollow roar,
Shaking the world to its very core.

I press against the cold, trembling pane,
Watching chaos writhe, feeling its reign.
The storm devours the quiet, the light,
A mirror to fear in the depth of night.