A front approaches; there She blows
Cries of the wild lashed by a tempest
Unrelenting, unforgiving: unsettled
Cloaked by darkness; She resides below
Sanctuary and warmth tonight
With the whore of all the Earth
Posted by Peter Jones on Monday 23rd September, 2013 in Poetry
Tags: Bible, Breath, Devil, God, Poem, Poetry, Shelter, Storm, Wind
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