The Storm
The daytime high begins to crash
Waves breaking coldly on the shore
The moon casts its deathly shadow
A grim relief of its former self
The smoke consumes the arid sky
And the hours trickle down my face
Distilled by a natural fate
That solidifies a truth well kept
The scornful wind plunders the trees
Explosions litter the atmosphere
Streams of justice take revenge
A fire destroys inadvertently
Soon the suppression lifts
The moon reveals itself to the sky
The day now silently breaking
Behold the irony of love
