Horrifying howls echo in the haunted distance skies.

The murky clouds slowly take over.

The crisp warm air glistens while she waits;

its companionship delivers comfort.

Suddenly, her life is disturbed

Somber shadows slither around

while darkness pulls her under

Wind whirrs and swirls

with sparks cracking across the barren sky.

This constant unceasing pressure brings fear.

Pools of water fall from above.

A dreary spirit with forgotten hope.

Her trembles resemble the rolling storm.

This hard, bitter heart is cold like a corps.

The last gush of wind gives a shove like human hands;

rays of light spit colour through the breaking clouds.
Her lips crease upwards with regained life.

Glimpses of courage pierce out of the dark

stitching together a torn soul.

The storm is still

writing puts me at ease.