Graver Storm Poem by Gerry Legister

Satyrs and owls dance there,
while the nights are prolonged.
In the deeds of evil atmosphere,
The temptress pomp belonged.

Weeds out of the servants root,
Made financial gain laid waste.
And the cries have gone out,
To consume the bitter taste.

In slumber lay the ruinous heap,
every plan made a tripling thing.
Unto graver, storms flee for help
passing through like the Word wind.

Heart sink and bring into content,
Merchandise hiring of destruction.
Mind mourn and shook the unspent,
The distance was smitten by rejection.

Made the rising shadow of a cloud
Like a brush of lust faded in the dust.
Bitter rancour encamped in the proud,
As the thirsty drink with more thirst.

Graver storm was set against the wall,
In every approach were beaten asunder.
Perversion comes suddenly in a fall,
Left heart and soul to weep and ponder.

Time ceases to spoil and disrupt
where Justice weigh the path of the just,
all the covering cost swallowed up
in a quiet place of defeat, there is rest.