Storm
the comets are raining ghostly-green
the magnetic coils whirlpool about
we are rocked by the storm battered
& cast off-course thirty degrees
we are carried towards the seething eye
that looks colder than zero-kelvin
blue in its haunting, our ship is tossed
spiralling into chaos
retro the emergency engines!
ion a path to safer shores
bring us to a new harbor
the comets are raining
we are rocked by the storm
Copyright 2006 njTare
