Ghazal of the Tornado's Wrath
The winds rose fierce, no whisper left to be heard, Through the trembling town, it spun and blurred.
The night unleashed its shadows cold and deep, A veil of stars was torn, the heavens stirred.
The clouds converged, a darkness took its throne, The earth beneath in chaos sharply churned.
Shadows danced on walls, then faded to dust, Lives uprooted, dreams in chaos burned.
Homes once secure now splintered, laid bare, Memories scattered, like leaves overturned.
The church bell tolled, then silenced in despair, Its steeple shattered, its faith unreturned.
The streets once bustling now lay cracked and torn, A ghostly silence where life once adjourned.
Fields that once held green now bear the scars, The path of ruin, by the storm, was discerned.
The cry of the winds echoed through the night, As nature’s fury left no stone unturned.
The river swelled, its banks could not contain, Floodwaters claimed what the winds had not spurned.
In echoes of silence, the town now waits, For healing to mend where the twister spurned.
Each heart holds the weight of what was torn, Yet through the ashes, resilience returns.
The light of dawn revealed a solemn sight, Yet hope still blooms where despair had adjourned.
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