
Shimmering harbinger of suffering,
I laugh at your attempt to cause fear,
Sweeping red and gold across the sky,
To say beware.. I am comeing,
I smile and sip my tea,
I have beaten you before,
You will not get me today,
As you burn the air,
wither grass to dust,
I will ignore your rage,
And in serenity do my work.
-SirHanz
