I look before me into
The horizon.
I see the vast emptiness
Of ocean stretching
As far as I can see.
Standing on the edge,
I hear the deafening roar
Of the waves pound against
The jagged edge.
I feel the blustery wind blowing
Across my face.
I see the violet lightning arching
Across the nighttime sky,
As the malevolent storm approaches
Me.
The beast inside me stirs from its mighty
Slumber.
I feel its rage burning inside of me.
It lusting to break free and make the
World feel its wraith.
Burning fire of vengeance,
Burns like a beacon in my soul.
Trying to hold back the devastated
Soul.

The storm rages on uncontrollably,
The wind blows down anything in its sight.
Thunder shaking the ground as
If it was an earthquake.
Feeling the anger of despair,
The ocean swallows the huts that are
Near the water's edge.
Hearing the horrific screams of villagers,
As they are swept out to sea.
Other villagers look upon in disbelief
That their brothers and sisters
Were swept out to sea.

The storm disperses,
The heavenly light of the sun
Shines on what's left of
The tiny village.