Eye of the StormBlack and silver streaks
Shot with bubbling purple
Twist above my head
Forming a wispy cathedral.
Bulging upward and downward
Shaking the earth and heavens alike
Clashing against itself with deafening booms
And ripping the sky apart.
Bridging the gap between worlds
With a blaze of raw energy forking down
Exploding with a scream of rage
Then withdrawing to find a new path.
Now a new terror grows,
Becoming darker, whirling faster
Growing to a roar as it spins downward
Then curving, moving away
As the mass above it flees
Now the only memento left
As the sunset paints the world with color
Is a receding wall of darkness,
And a last bolt from the blue.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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