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The Storm


Artist: Don Norris
Artist's Description
This is a poem I wrote in 2001. Looking at the world and the way people are, you could almost expect The Storm to happen any day. As time goes by, people are getting worse.

Genre(s): Rock, General Metal, General Rock, Hard Rock
Mood(s): Dark, Energetic, Heavy, Scary, Thoughtful
Style(s): Death, Story
Language(s): English
Standard License:$40.00
Extended License:$80.00

The Storm

By Don Norris
As the night fades to the day
You are startled,
shaken from your sleep.
With fear in your eyes
You rush to the window to gaze across the sky.

The feeling of horror rises as you look to the heavens at the storm that is raging without control sweeping across the land.

Billowing black clouds race across the sky
releasing its fury to the earth.
The blackness stretches as far as the eye can see,
Engulfing everything in its path

You stand waiting for the thunder to be silenced as it screams its anger

The feeling of horror rises as you look to the heavens at the storm that is raging without control sweeping across the land.

The thunder rolls across the sky in a clap so loud you fear the sky has been torn in two.
You stand waiting for the thunder to be silenced as it screams its anger
for what seems to be an eternity.
The lighting so fierce and angry,
It strikes with vengeance,
with the power of the heavens
continuously searching for prey,
destroying everything it can find to strike

You stand waiting for the thunder to be silenced as it screams its anger

The feeling of horror rises as you look to the heavens at the storm that is raging without control sweeping across the land.

The beauty and serenity of the earth is at the mercy of the storms rage.
She tries to find shelter against the fury that has come to take what life it can from her.

As the storm seeks its prey,
it calls upon the god of the winds
to help in the destruction of the world,
To rid her of
The anger,
The hatefulness,
The black hearted,
The jealousy and bitterness,
Of the little and powerless People that live on it.

You stand waiting for the thunder to be silenced as it screams its anger

The feeling of horror rises as you look to the heavens at the storm that is raging without control sweeping across the land.

Don’t be the one who is frightened to awaken in the morning,
To look out the window to find the rage of the storm

Coming for you
Coming for you
Coming for you
For You

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