There’s a calm like no other, before the storm shreds the shutters, where a lonely lone wolf wonders all night long.
A sadness drains the thunder, the rain pours out in gutters, the darkness hides the summer with clouds and fog.
A child searches for her mother, and yearns to please the brother, the heart has been asunder far too long.
The storm shed won’t shudder, the strength is going under, her mind is lost in clutter and righting wrongs.
Where does the darkness end, if not when she is dead, she’s paying for her sins all in one.
Let the storm begin, she will be free again, allow the rage to send out its guns.
Hail and straight line winds, tornadoes spin and spin, flooding all within a fate undone.
No one here can win, she can’t keep it in, battles never bend until the sickness runs.
Century long silence, preceding a violence, she doesn’t like it but has no choice.
Insidious slyness, hiding in the cypress, the calm is dying as she finds a voice.
Tumultuous tyrants, planted a virus, forgetting all kindness in the world.
Peace we’re not finding, children are crying, time to start fighting with swords.
The clouds are rolling in, we all will face our sins, this is how it ends in fields of blood.
Her hands control the wind, lightning from within, find a place to sit and watch the fun.
Apocalyptic penicillin, nothing can stop this, bodies will cringe as they run.
Their crimes to commit, feeding her vengeance, creating an ending of destruction.
They made a monster with their rules and standards. She stayed calm for too long, sulking in silence and sadness. One day, she allowed her anger to erupt and infect the world. She would make them regret the pain they caused.