Tempest

By Pahul Padam

Darkness crept from the horizon, Imprisoning all in its wake.

Its icy chill brought upon treason,

I had forgotten what was at stake.

From the shadows they grew,

Extending out, atrocities uncaged

As demons unleashed, the winds blew,

And I succumbed to the tempest's rage.

The winds began howling,

And the path became treacherous to see.

Lungs stricken and gasping,

Its iron-clad grasp bound me.

Then time lapsed, and the tempest ceased,

A balance struck upon the realm.

A communion wrought peace,

As narrow lanes converged towards a great ring of elm.

By Pahul Padam