sorenbarrett

A woman scorned

She comes with a whisper, that turns to a moan

Full of darkness and anger, that chills to the bone

The demons inside her twist and they tear

Whatever she touches, destroyed without care

In her mouth of destruction she does devour

All before her, that don\'t bow to her power

She wails, screams, screeches and shrieks

Over flooded valleys, and mountain peaks

Her heartbeat heard in the pounding of the waves

At her center a false calm, before further raves

In her, the fury of hell, a woman rejected

She goes as she came, leaving none unaffected