Passionflower!

This man just blew me away! Thought I'd share this little treasure. Oh Jon Gomm!

The Storm

There's a storm a brewing,
These demons will not lie still,
If Lady Karma must have her way,
And believe you me, she will!

The clouds take on a deathly black,
The wind howls it's desolate shriek,
The Willow sways, once majestic,
Now barely enduring, solitary, weak!

The thunder shakes your wounded soul,
Lighting tears at the demons in your sky,
The downpour floods the farthest corners,
Of your fetid, deceptive lies!

The tempest clouds your wretched soul,
Believe in the inevitability of chance,
As Destiny seduces you,
With her enticing, morose dance!

The Hand of Fate is slowly turning,
Its every finger points to you!
But rest in restless slumber, mon chere,
Black skies are slowly turning Blue...