Semele A. Cid George
Through The Storm
Poem by Semele A. Cid George
A flash of red mars the earth's ceiling,
The threat of evil looms o'er the land,
Gray skies are slowly coming,
As He covers His "virgins" with His hand. Dark clouds creep into the night,
Hovering o'er the land's great beauty,
A streak of lightning pierces the sky,
Stirring fear and uncertainty. Claps of thunder applaud with satisfaction,
Surging seas rise from their grave,
Branches bow to a standing ovation,
As winds churn fearlessly with rage! Fate and havoc rest upon the "virgins",
Crippling them with such fright,
Their dignity "stripped" limb from limb,
As a "fist" hammers on with might. A glow of white adorns the earth's ceiling,
Glimmers of hope shine throughout the land.
A golden star, majestically rising,
As he helps his "virgins" rise and stand.
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