Storm clouds gather, drowning light

Red, with a fire, burning bright

Lightning strikes, forms a power

Hell unleashed, upon this hour

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run

This beast, engulfs the midday sun

Untamed, fangs bared, roaring about

No way to douse it, can’t put him out

He covets the skies, desires now met

Wicked is he, this firestorm threat

 

Afterwards January Prompts – Firestorm

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