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I utilized an effect of personification on how a storm thus thrashes. |
WILD IS THE WIND Furious is the trashing wind as it hisses thus louder Thrashing, banging against the gaped mouth of the thunderous sky Haggardly the darkened night wheezes with unruly quack of thunder All birds stay waylaid; this is an unruly; state of ugly rainfall Again and again crashing, thrashing once more and thus the moon grows bald Groaning a rambunctious rumble of jumble of allusive cracked acoustics On and on and on does it reign a state of roaring hail of sleet Piercing the all uprooted unprotected lush state of trees A noise that pirates far into the darkened horizon An emergency so energetically fierce like a woman had been scorned Oh, how she's blaring a war against all the ill-company of blundering of men All the sacred flowers have been torn and driven away from the thrashing ride That her wild thrashing gasps of rasps forcefully zooms Until long past the hour, a slow rhythmic flows as soon While until she slowly and slowly thus then pauses Too finally she cascades to pause a finality of a mellow tune As if she's been sedated and thus flails a final docile wail Oh of her final destruction this rampaging, thrashing wind as if nothing ever happened. Written 08/08/2016 |