The Beast in a Storm

The Beast in a Storm

The hand of a beast with the storm in his grasp. 

The sand that will fall from his palm through the cracks. 

The land that will tremble in fear of the beast. 

Will power through the awakened storms of the sea. 

The storm will stumble past and run off in an instance. 

For the sight of this roaming peaceful inhabitant is distant. 

But in sight on this site of the storms embrace. 

Will make the rumbles tremble and the strikes shriek in pain. 

From the thoughts of an overburdening power to withstand. 

Will melt the storm to sun in the palms of a hand. 

For now I see so clearly with glass held between grains of sand. 

That the beast is not so bad when it ceased the storm from hand.