There’s a storm brewing
Winds raging, lightning strikes near
Thunder claps along
Wizards watch with glee
From the safety of their lairs
Raining down vengeance
And the wildness flows
From dark clouds filled with anger
Take that, you heathens
I know, I know! I write a lot of these silly poems about storms, but I haven’t gotten it just right yet, so I’ll keep on trying. The storms out here at Doright Manor are epic. Words just fall short of describing their majesty.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 