A quiet storm
Reflections consider where nature went wrong
Quietly it comes to destroy
All happiness and every joy
Inflections in diction`s tone
Reflective refraction in a shattered mirror
In an empty lonely home- his face stares all alone
As the winds sound, playing a destructive song
The vortex growing, fear of being battered by her
Solitude already complete, still the storm does not retreat
But proceeds to lift mortal meat, from off his lonesome feet
The power she silently denotes, quite the awesome feat
Tossed and turned since the day two did meet
He stood no chance and was easily beat, accepting defeat
The reclusive man observed, offering a chance to un-do, but
never did he perceive
The subtle deceptive air, and what brewed in what seemed so
fair – he refused believe
Yet the storm brought him despair, un-reserved, dishonesty
she would serve - two it did cleave
Separate and tear, none persevered, not even the man who
once stood there
And what became of them, none but them seemed to care, a
spark of honest love, exhausted like a used flare.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
