The storm

Part 1 

Angry clouds stir for the storm 

 I watch the sky in awe 

In the wind and lighting 

The twisting rotting limbs, Rip away 

What will remain? 

Empty buildings boarded up for the storm 

Left behind to be studied by archeologists and poets 

I know what the poets will say 

This is what happens when the world spins and spins and spins

And someone yells 

“Stop” 

 Part 2 

The world unhinged

There are no saints here 

Only remnants 

Statues and temples in ruin 

Heroes buried in sand 

All you have to do is listen to the wind 

Rome is burning 

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By

Betty Generic

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