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The gathering of clouds

The blue sky turns to dark

The crowd is gathered in the village square

A man is tied up, ready to meet his doom

The folks are cheering on

The man with the axe stands there waiting

The guilty man with sunken head

Look towards the crowd

Among them he sees the village chief

Stares him straight in the eye

He gives them all a wicked smile and chant towards the sky

A formation of clouds, incoming wind

He invoked a storm on them all

as one survivor said: It crushed all in it’s way

When others searched through the remains

The man was never found

‘til this day the story is told

And similar ones throughout the time

The man known for his wicked ways but his name never fortold

Thus remaining a mystery and a tale

To hinder those on the path to wickedness through the eyes of others

that is where he exists..

One with the storm

He called the storm