Tempest


And upon us she descends
Every hellfire burning in her eyes,
Darkness coursing through her veins.

She wields her sword,
The mighty ocean giving way to her alone.

Her cries echo emptiness,
Crashing like waves.

Beyond her despair lies beauty, as not all bad lasts
Forever.

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