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Poetry Descriptions Are Pointless |
| Enter the Tornado, her gusty life force spinning Her destruction wrought upon the ground Death and fear follow her, chaos always winning. She comes with a whisper, and a darkened sky Her eye gleams with wickedness Her hair twists into destructiveness Her hands rip and tear into nothingness The world as she passes by. There is heat and cold wrapped in her storm And charismatic is her call Hypnotizing is her siren's song All will fall into her arms While she dashes them into the stones. Calm she begins And calm she ends- That is where her true danger lies Ever unprepared are you For the sweet, cold peace within her eyes Belies the obliteration The eradication The annihilation Of you, from her life. 3/15/17 |