Tempest In A Heart
(Or, Atrocious Verses From A Disturbed Mind)


Glowing embers light the walls,
brightening with every breath;
Blood rushes in torrents and bubbles,
torment is wrought in the heat.


A whirlwind blows through the halls,
a chill spreads as in death;
The ground cracks and rumbles,
groans echo with every beat.


There is the sting of lightning,
and every sigh rolls like thunder;
But the storm quenches no fires,
no sunshine warms the winter.

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