A Figure in the Storm I can see it coming in the distance The wind howls louder as the dust is kicked up And no one here is ready for its evil presence The air is heavy, much like the emotion in the room And as the storm draws nearer to us all We feel the ground shake and see the darkness of the moon Now it comes upon us all in eerie silence In the dead of the day and the calm of the eve It brings about its destructive violence Through the crack of the door I can see the storm I can see the windows breaking and the debris flying But in the mist of all the chaos, something took form A figure in the eye composing the mayhem around us Dark was his silhouette and evil his gaze Then disappear he did through the cloudy haze And took with him the storm of his own making Yet the destruction he caused he left still remaining Someone must have disturbed the sacred ground Someone must have whispered the forbidden sounds For it is written that thou shall be slain If he hears even a mention of his name The Storm hath passed through And all is calm once again Just who dare betray us, was it you?
you have an amazing ability to paint a picture through your poems, and that's why you're one of my favorite writers on this board. It was very well done, and you keep a delicate balance between revealing too much about the poem, and revealing just enough. Well done, its brilliant