In the eyes of the storm

The tempest is at her best:

The ocean is swindling,

The mighty hands of the tide cannot concur,

His fury eyes’ scoops to conquer.

The rod of the gods upon mankind:

I watch in awe

I watch in awe as the decades roll away,

Leaving an execrable scar on the face of time.

I watch in awe as the heavens boil

And the Earth beneath it rage with terror

In anticipation of a certain doom long done