Storm

Strings of fiery light hit the ground,
As the queen sends her icy hard rocks,
And the lion makes its roaring sound,
All cold hard hitting liquid make the drain block,

The children sit in absolute cold darkness,
As the wind is like ice on your skin,
I can't see how people ignore this,
This horrible terror is natures worst sin.

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1. Willy Tobelman says:

   This reminds me on the Chronicles of Narnia. I like it.