Ponder the raging storm
what was and is to come
still calm center standing,
eying back deeply staring
inside, out this harsh dark night;
translucent in this gazing view
In the colossals sight
She's dimly dying
back to dust of which we came
tranquil colours; of lofty settings
towering down beyond high waters.
precipitations bound to fall
wishbone snapped
no luck in short ends
meek and bleak this colossus tears.
discomforting perception
caught in self-deception
of what was and is to come
peering insight
some twenty odd years.
A colossus grew
amongst the storm.
pieces laden; distraught
the maiden, aimless is she.
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