‘Omen of her wrath’

Clouds are a manifestation;
the reflection of her wrath.

Take care that you avoid 
this titan’s deadly path.

Her billowy ‘cheeks’ flush 
infinite shades of crimson.

The heavens turn to poison 
like bitter weeds of jimson.

Beware the deceptive calm; 
from conflict it was born.

Before the tempest strikes, 
serenity masks her storm. 

Above the blitzkrieg rages.
Below, no living soul is safe.

From hell; all fury lets loose.
Her reach is hard to escape.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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