Storm
as the storm clouds descendno one is safe
amidst the fog that surrounds
everyone is lost
and as lightnings deadly strikes
more and more take their final breath
thunder rumbles
making a monstrous voice that can be heard by all
with the rain that falls
mankind is drenched in sorrow
as the eye of the storm passes
mankind can see hope
they are glad to see an end of the suffering
their hope and happiness is lost
as the darkness ascends once more
as the storm continues
to desecrate mankind's way of life
they find hope that was once lost
this storm will end not today
not tomorrow
but one day one day
there will be light once more
the storm heavy and thick like tar
would beat makind for thee days
at the end of three days
the fog disipated
but mankind was still lost
the pouring stopped
but mankind was left with puddles of sorrow
only to dry in time
the frightening lightning that took so many
stopped
was it a victory for mankind
no not victory
this was only the first time of many
that storms would pass
but they would pass
and in time so too will the sorrow that pours
and the fog that surrounds
but the ones who took their final breath
would never be forgotten
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