THE TEMPTER

THE DEVILS STORM

There's clouds upon the mountain.
The sky is dark and gray.
A cold wind from the north,
Warns a tempest is on its way.

The lighting flashes brightly.
Thunder like a lions roar.
Trees bending at their trunks.
This must be Satan's war.

Heavens tears begin to flow.
Cries heard throughout the land.
Then a rumbling from deep inside.
As the tempter shows his hand.

Animals flee like refugees.
To escape the pending doom.
Mothers crying frantically,
For their unborn in their womb.

No longer does the thunder roar,
Nor the lightning lite the night.
Trees that once stood tall and strong.
There's not one now in sight.

The tempster takes just like a thief.
Though you may never see his face.
But all that he will ever leave,
Is just a sad and dying place.



T.K.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

I really like this write. The imagery is outstanding. Excellent work.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

great picture in this write, nicely done

[Sam]

Great write. Very creative.

[StarSandwich]

It flowed great, it reminded me of an old painting I once saw in history, I just can't remember what it was of a natural disaster. -__-'

[brenda]

love the poem you descrbed evrything well it flowed nicely !:)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

This is poetry........clean, precise and beautiful.

[November Gold]

This brought so much to my mind, damn...The words painted the picture so loudly and boldly, yet left a feeling of peering through a door looking in on something you weren't supposed to see. lol. Great write!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice, solid work. Punchy, fulfilling.

[WatashLegend]

great write, well crafted piece of work. Very well done