STORM III

In this storm we stand

eternal adversaries

when I wish we were nothing but.

Pacing, we race to do the harm we can

before the other has the chance.

Cursing, we cast our worst spells

swiftly doing deadly damage

in defense.

Among our own carnage

we kill that which we cared most about

once.

So recently, things were different.

A moment ago

this was Camelot

with skies blue

and peace everlasting.

But some insidious serpent has destroyed

that which we didn�t know we treasured

and now

we eye each other

through a storm

nature never bore.

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