The Storm

(c) Leif     10 Jan 04

Below the horizon

The hint of lightening

The Storm

Dark and terrible

Lies in hiding

It waits

Hidden by clear skies

The children play

Their games

From whence it comes

And when

Is known to none!

Scattered as the dust

Shall all be

Whence the storm comes

It waits gathering its strength

The skies are clear

Below the horizon

The hint of lightening

The Storm

Dark and terrible

Lies in hiding

Hinted only to the few

Most see clear skies

And the horizon lights

Cassandra – they cry!

And the children play

The senses of the fey

Tingle with awe

They know

But are heard by none

Cassandra – they cry!

Below the horizon

The hint of lightening

The Storm

Dark and terrible

Lies in hiding

The traveller’s tales

Amusing to all

Tell of dark things

And that not real

And so the children play

Only those who can hear

The words on the wind

Seek out the caves

To weather the storm

Leaving the children to play

Below the horizon

The hint of lightening

The Storm

Dark and terrible

Lies in hiding

Black and deadly

Beyond understanding

Over the horizon

It sits and it waits

Small hints on the wind

So join with the children

Laughing and playing

Clear skies are above

There is no tomorrow

Only today!

Below the horizon

The hint of lightening

The Storm

Dark and terrible

Lies in hiding!