The Tempest

   The raging winds that whip and wail,
The incessant beating of the hail.
   No man was made to withstand the gales
Of the Tempest storm; Female.

   Upon his back he would take nine,
For chance to hear her thunders grace.
   And the lightning upon her face
Oh the Tempest storm; Female.

   And should she decide to leave him then,
His body broken on the ground.
   From his bloodstained lips the name shall ring,
Of the Tempest storm; Female.

Author's Note

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