The Oncoming Storm

I looked upon the brink of the oncoming storm,
Rumbling and roaring its terrible rhythm,
It bore down upon the valley ahead,
And plunged it into perpetual darkness,

The darkness overwhelmed each creature,
Whilst the rain thrashed down upon them,
Yet I could only watch,
As that horrendous shadow drew ever closer,

The clouds drew over the tall mountains,
Advancing down upon them,
Consuming them with its greedy desire,
Leaving mournful echoes in their wake,

Soon I felt those terrible bullets upon my hand,
Tearing into my very skin,
And it took a hold of me,
And I could do nothing to end it,

“Go away!” I cried, ‘till my throat went hoarse,
But the storm responded with no monstrous retort,
It only loomed closer,
Its smothering bleakness choking me,

Until I saw it,
Angelic partings in the black void,
A glimmer of light,

And it saw me.

by Enigma
posted on 12/31/1969