Calling for the storm to come to her
Dancing and swaying in its path
The storm raises its ugly head
She muzzles it feeding her inner power
She might unleash it any time
She could disperse it at will
For such is her strength
She holds the world on an edge
The choice is hers
Which path to chose
For the storm to follow
Bringing utter destruction
Fire and brimstone
Or leaving the world untouched?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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