A storm is a coming

[neverwinter]

Black clouds of endless,
Like seas of violence.
The howls of distress,
As the rage of storm takes over.
The pitter-patter of rain,
Warns me of what's to come,
"Run run run run," they plead,
"He comes. He comes."
I am caught and surprised,
Within the spiral of his lies.
I have no where to go,
As they crash against my window,
With gaze sustained with woe.
Flash of lighting,
And my body quivers.
He roars again,
They were true,
Those words are succumbing,
That a storm is a coming...

~Neverwinter