Florence
Born in the wake of the storm,
she was nurtured by its water
and punished with thunder
and inherited its temper,
striking the innocent
and looming with darkness.
Out of control,
she would destroy the weak
who stood without guards,
but never stayed long
to form attachments
to the land that she haunted.
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