The Tempest!
The Tempest!
© Shadi Shidrawi 2015
Torrential rains crackling the skies,
On penultimate chiefs of dawn.
Trenching mildness of winds beguiled,
On seedless spasms of Tsunamis inside.
Mellenia had tiled the elements of might
Ariel breathing inside out.
A tempestuous fragmented scene.
A play of utmost delight.
Blow winds, blow!
Krakens are sleeping below!
And once you look up,
Dare to chin up,
With skies you will collide.
Rush rush rush!
This century began with rash!
Hording and herding...
Devouring with ultimate delight...
If the Bard were still alive,
He would not give up,
But should forever
step up
without strife!
© Shadi Shidrawi 2015
Torrential rains crackling the skies,
On penultimate chiefs of dawn.
Trenching mildness of winds beguiled,
On seedless spasms of Tsunamis inside.
Mellenia had tiled the elements of might
Ariel breathing inside out.
A tempestuous fragmented scene.
A play of utmost delight.
Blow winds, blow!
Krakens are sleeping below!
And once you look up,
Dare to chin up,
With skies you will collide.
Rush rush rush!
This century began with rash!
Hording and herding...
Devouring with ultimate delight...
If the Bard were still alive,
He would not give up,
But should forever
step up
without strife!
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