Whipped by
winds
Provoking malicious
intent
The fiery
skies howled
Songs of the
devil.
Never had I witnessed
Flames of
resolve
Hell-bent on
carnage.
With incited
rage,
Hungry eyes
Stared through
me
Torching the
shell
This tired
soul encompassed
Extinction level
event
Consuming even
shadows of my past
Erasing footprints
of my future
I
yield to its will
Inescapable relent
Wrath in the
guise
of woman.
Olsfred James 2015©
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