Salvation

Spiraling

Gathering impetus in a swelling surge
Twisting
Contorting in manors hitherto unfathomed
Tearing stray objects from the surface of the earth
Swirling madness
Personifies the hand of chaos
At last to remove the debris from the terrestrial edifice
All that stands in its path lain to waste
Yet fret never crosses my mind
My brow shan't wrinkle nor eyes do darken at the prospect
For I ride in the eye of this hovering maelstrom
With no regret, I fly upwards and onwards
The time for subtlety and tenderness is at irrevocable end
So against the storm’s brash, bold screeching, I laugh
Laugh into the wind as if a madman
“Come with me, my friends and followers!
Salvation can be found in the eye of the storm!"