The Wind

The elements in revolt.
The maelstrom manifests
With majestic fury,
Divine retribution.

Through fissures grow
From seeds of the past;
Former deeds exposed,
Through fear forgotten.

Wearily from slumber,
Apathy rises naked.
Shocked by the force
Of nature's way.

Reason and sanctity,
In abeyance held,
Till truth be asserted
And emotions calmed.

Mayhem stands forlorn
Lordly and supreme.
Purifying and purging
As the ethereal wind.