The Whirlwind Cometh
Your bones are first to tell you
When a hurly-burly approaches
Then mind becomes restless
Making long nights sleepless
For as the wind intensifies
From silent draft to violent gust
You'll soon know what you must
Swept off your feet; to Oz or bust
After that, everything's transformed:
Awestruck witness within eye of storm
Amid drastic departure from old norm
But don't despair—one's heart defies
Although no amount of preparation
Can preempt such devastation
Brought about by fateful precipitation
Thou shalt act as winged ones do ...
Coda:
Eagle fly by
Leaving crop circles behind
Yes fly by
Sprinkling moon dust
On this ignorant race
So that they won't go to waste.
Cyclone hasten nigh
Loosen whatever bonds bind
Yea draw nigh
There's no superior rush
For surface dwellers debased
Fill us within, lest we be erased!
Enjoyed this piece? Read its poetic sequel: The Tempest Persists.
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