Poem: The sun, the storm

Sun shines bright, mighty.
Blinding those who lay eyes upon it.
It’s presence ever warming.
And at his feet a storm brews untamed, cold.
Waiting impatiently for her master to unleash it
and strike with force the mortal souls upon the earth.

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