Highstorm’s Revenge

      Highstorm’s Revenge

The stormwind is blowing. A highstorm is on the way.

The stormwall darkens. Lighting strikes starting to play.

We must find shelter. If not, we will die.

No one survives when the storm is high.

A highstorm comes every week or so.

From where they come no one knows.

There is much that we must learn.

To know such knowledge is all I yearn.

The magic buried deep in the ground.

The Spirit life that is all around.

You could be killed by plant or beast.

Not to mention highstorms from the East.

No one has returned that went East to see

where the highstorms came to be.

Their power exudes from precious stones.

Glowing bright , each color their own.

They give light to the world at night.

Things look scary in their eerie light.

All life is based on the power that thrives.

When a highstorm does arise.

The highstorm, itself, is always deadly.

But, after the storm, during the waning eddy,

there is power that fuels the magic here.

So strong and powerful that all should fear.

A few have tried to tap into it’s source.

But, few have managed to stay the course.

If I can just tap into that power.

I will rule the very hour.

I will take revenge on my x friend

who stole my girl; his life will end.

I will zap him into dust.

His armor won’t even have time to rust.

 

Suddenly he is startled by a boom.

Lightning flashed across his room.

The little knight had been dreaming again.

About how to get even with his friend.

The dream was gone but, the aching went on.

How much longer will this go on.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

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