

Here Comes the StormHere comes the thunder, flowing from fingertips of molten gold-- he touches the clouds and they explode in showers of molten goldHere Comes the Storm
Here come the tornadoes she spun from silver spider-webs-- her softly spinning little pets will softly spin us to our deaths
Here come the floods! They sparkle in his lightning light-- undecided flood gates balance on the edge of night
Here comes the storm! Her currents deep, her portals tall-- we must bend or else must fall into our portals thin and tall.
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