Along came a torrent
of a passionate tirade
spinning on an axis
well made
and settled down
into a form so clean
that hardly could my eyes
be torn from her scene

The pact had been ripped
from my heart violently
When the eye of her storm
Surrounded me
And the beauty of that place
met in a singular kairos
juxtaposed with the shock
of being struck with her arrows

An eruption of all my built up time
overwhelmed the world in me
when the meeting of storms
broke this spirit free
and rising to the wall
hand by hand tore it down
Face to face with destiny
I reached out to kiss
calamity now