The Living Storm

From within the very center of the storm that passed through
Sprang the colors of that passionate blue
The blue that overtook the land
And in the midst of that blue power
Stood the black and eager storm cloud tower
From within the walls the angry king roared
Shaking the earth to the very core
And by the wrath of that maddened king
The bolts of his fury made the blue sky scream
And that sweet maiden that fell to his feet
Cried the tears that begged release
But woe to the maiden and her passionate tears
For that mighty storm king dismissed her fears
And continued the wrath he felt was her due
By challenging the wind to a furious duel
So sprung forth the wind and the rain
So continued the sweet maiden's pain
The battle began as a sort of game
But it did nto stay that way
The wind blew from the North bringing an icy dose
And the storm kign fell away from the cutting blows
The sweet maiden stood to her feet
And moved toward the wind and in front of the king
Her blue eyes grew angry, and her face grew red
She screamed at the king and she raged at the wind
And that sky's deep blue, like the blue of hte maiden's eyes
Turned into grey as the wind replied
It blew suddenly from the West and then switched to the East
Trying to win the battle against the king
But the maiden prevented it, she stood strong
She jumped on the wind and bridled his brawn
And, so, the battle was over, the storm ceased
The sweet maiden fell to her knees
She held the king and pled for his lfie
Slowly he rose and let out a cry
He looked at his maiden, and asked, "Did we win?"
She nodded her head and replied, "It is the end."
the battle was over, the sun began to shine
And the blue took over, that innocent blue of the sky
Soon the storm tower moved on, leaving only light behind.