Dispossessions of the Impending Storm

It approaches with valor in the oncoming bleak...
Ready to rain down and strike with its wreak...
Who can hide, who can run, who can ever be still?
When the wrath of the night rolls over the hills?

Thunder claps and frozen limbs shake against the ground...
Lighting flashes sear the night in dashes laid abound.
The sky is cracking, the sky is bursting, eternally crashing down...
You cannot see the blinking hour but you only hear the sounds...

Everything is stirred in the violet clouds' majesty...
There is illeviable darkness to this beautiful tragedy...
The waters are ionized and the stars are forlorn...
These are the dispossesions of the impending storm.