Devil's Breath

Tempests of

inclemency 

Cyclones filled

with pain

Tornadoes come

and go at will

With nothing

to remain

 

Caught inside

their whirlwind

Whose spin to wreak

and hurl

A demon vortex

roaming wild

Destruction

— to unfurl

 

(The New Room: April, 2025) 

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