The Hurricane

a storm sonnet

Just like Cyclops who hath a single eye,
There comes the monster both so bold and brave,
So many living things will have to die,
Destruction's what the wicked beast doth crave;
And as the mighty winds do heave and rage,
And tides do wake both fearlessly and grand,
Such a dread abides in king and sage;
God's breath, given the name of mortal man.
The monster's head it rises in the east,
Then comes the driving wind and torrent rain,
Nothing's more feared by either man or beast;
Nothing can cause a harsher kind of pain.
A child's nightmare, it is the sailor's bane--
That is the great and mighty hurricane!