This winding gyre
Like a tonado it ensnares. Traps.
Like lightning it strikes. Without mercy
Like a tsunami it drowns with its almighty torrents
An underwater prison.
It spins its intricate web
Deceivingly beautiful.
It was conceived to be an arbitrator.
Judgement. Death. The Reaper lurks in darkness.
Waiting. Waiting. Hurting indiscriminately.
Spite is woven in its actions
She. Scorned mistress of the Earth
Punishing Man
Hurting Man. For it is her right.
Her prerogative is pain. It is vengence.
Running for cover. Very nice
Running for cover. Very nice write.