Eye of the Hurricane

Winds of misery descend screaming boiling cries of pain
Sorrow ripping like ice cold knives dropped a thousand legends high
Greed and ego burning your soul into ash and dust then scattered throughout the wind
Till all settles down
Peace be thought to come
Then with twice the power and three times the burn, thee is surrounded and sliced once again

~CapedWeasel~

(yours truly)