 | The air sits nervously still as the chilled sunshine scrambles to hide.
The eerie thick monstrous clouds of darkness approach
swiftly without warning. The wind frightened by the hulking
ominous mass takes itself to flight. A flurry of wings flap
feveriously over head from the blackened horizon, as the sound of
thunder echos closer and closer while the last dimly lit ray of light
becomes smothered. The storm. She is the dank dark demon daughter
of destruction. The unleashed fury of the gods whose anger
descends to punish mother earth. The wicked cruel harsh dictator
of destiny that grips time with a menacing tentacle of explosive energy.
And all who stand against her risk all. She knows no mercy she
has no conscience, all she knows is appetite. Consuming all,
and spitting out a path of annihilation, as her distaste for life
and beauty is discharged in her ever widened wake. Pounding her way
she carves at the countryside like a wounded she devil. Tearing at
the limbs of nature like the ravenous raging of a maniacal maniac.
Twisting the terrain to her every whim, in a wild insatiable
randomly delivered onslaught of destruction traversing her tortured path.
She is the unbottled genie of immensely grave consequence
She is the wanton fury and rage of woman scorned
The relentless rasp of ridiculed jezebel
She is the vengeful mistress of the night.
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