Stormy Sunset Poem by Midnight Clarity

Sunset turned the sea to copper
the sky to yellow ochre
all streaked with grey
where clouds have flounced
in stormy bunches
mounding up
like metal ice cream
that will melt
to rain when lightening
burns the air away.
The almost night
is heavy with the storm
that hovers in the wings
just waiting for a curtain call
to take a bow, to make
a stunning sweeping entrance
from the south, upstage us all
with pouting and with passion
to strut a grand flamenco
as the thunder stamps across
the ceiling of the sky.
I shall lie, so quietly
abed dreaming of a demon
who will dance me
to my little death with flashing eyes
with stamping boots
with hands like wind
to whirl me through the night.