Zeus
If storm is to be written,
The creases on your forehead spelled it right.
Shadows shrouded your skin,
Your eyes held the absence of light.
The thin line on your lips,
The calm before the storm hits.
The intense look in your eyes,
Dark and heavy with unmeasured anger.
One more of his unbridled lies,
And everyone will hear the roar of your thunder
And the strike of your lightning,
Struck it's target true.
April 30,2020
4:17AM