Nature's Fury

This winding gyre 

Like a tonado it ensnares. Traps.

Like lightning it strikes. Without mercy

Like a tsunami it drowns with its almighty torrents

An underwater prison.


It spins its intricate web 

Deceivingly beautiful.

It was conceived to be an arbitrator.

Judgement. Death. The Reaper lurks in darkness.

Waiting. Waiting. Hurting indiscriminately. 


Spite is woven in its actions

She. Scorned mistress of the Earth

Punishing Man

Hurting Man. For it is her right.

Her prerogative is pain. It is vengence.

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cevance's picture

Running for cover. Very nice

Running for cover. Very nice write.