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

[Coyote Poetry]

A strong poem. I like the visions you create with your words. You create a mystery with a open ending. You could extend the poem into a powerful tale. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

very good work indeed Mr. Eissler, love the construction and the rhyme scheme is brilliant, I will be sharing this one if thats ok, I have a few people I would like read this...