Storm

The doors hang
off the hinges
Torn down by the storm
The rain
falls in torrents
Through the gale is a form

She sees destruction, but she does not cower
She sees pain, but she does not quail
She sees evil, she won't reach out and touch it
She sees peril but she will not fail

Seconds waste and the vision changes
The sky closes again
Moments hang in the mist and the balance
Life hangs in her hands

She sees destruction, but she does not cower
She sees pain, but she does not quail
She sees evil, she won't reach out and touch it
She sees peril but she will not fail