Stillborn storm

In an instant Split wind, gale of doom,

Stealthily attacks, surrenders tempered by acquiescing

Black hour darkening optimism

rushes over cliffs unhinged

My eyes filtered over with yearning

Inner vision reduced to ashen horizons

Before the birth of Stillborn storm,

Crashed grudgingly, congealing as a gale unseen

Needy moment full of bleak aperture

Harrying in overtures tearful

My heart quickened over rueful flame

Pulsating motivation left unchecked

After granitegrey Spreadwide forza,

Reflected dreamily, screamed in writhing squall

Feverish night loving fiery gloom

Deserting quickly from regrets bitter

My memories fogged grey, in thick mist

In depth of time chronos withering to null

Upon the arrival of Malcontent lightning,

Benefit handsomely, upon abandon utter

Liquid flow of clock tocks glowing in heated rage

Lingers dejectedly under ports forgotten

My limps trepidation, dragging Vespers slow

No movement left not scrutinized or analyzed

In a hurry, a Surefire atmosphere,

Festered in silence, quieted by scolding

Jugular eve pulsating in deleterious dare

Egressing insidiously down fringes rotten

My guts revolt because of puss wounds

Innermost heat churning in perpetual kinesis

After the pounding over Polished anvil,

Creaked as timid door opening shut abruptly

Kaleidoscopic beats moving in sepia moods

Pursue ghastly nestlings despondent

My drive unseen and undetermined

Blood veins bulging seeking escape route

Arching over Impending Bluemarine wave,

Marches into crescendo, limping after indecision

Zesty quanta liberating solipsistic serum

Surrendering in steps hasty, nasty woes

My goals operatic, epic, megalithic

Overshadowing, overpowering clouds unmoving