3 The Storm

A gentle wind drifts through

Whispering warnings of catastrophe

Time stands still and the fear begins to rise

The devil preparing to claim his prize

The wind now cascading

breaks the unnerving silence

and with a howl does the devil strike

rampaging through the once quiet streets

Screams fill the house and water the streets

the battering of the roaring devil does tear

windows shatter and blood sprays

only one remains but twas not the devil

but the eerie silence.