The Storm A flash of lightning A drum roll of thunder The howling winds A hidden conductor The crashing of waves On the shaking sands Controlling the rage With his trembling hands The blood of the sun Falls on his shoulders Staining him red as They start to smoulder Soon to diminish The noise starts to die The flickering halts Stilling the pale sky One hand off the door One small step away Deafening silence No move set astray
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