AFTER THE STORM
BY DANNY MOSIER
The storm has passed over me
And so has the war
It has ravaged and raved
At my life's very core.
The storm was a beast
Having no mercy for the weak
It shreds apart its enemies
And peace it does not seek.
Its effect was like a bee's sting
Very painful but later smooth
It destroyed my friends
And my old livelihood.
Even though this storm was a dark terror
My life shall go on
I stayed at home to live my life
But it would soon end by the dawn.
I was soon forced to leave my home
Kissing my friends goodbye
But I shall never look back
I shall never think of home with a sigh.
Thus the storm was meaningless
Just a turn of the tide
It never really affected how I would live
Or what the Valar would decide.
THE END