There is a <br />strom brewing, child. <br />Do not grace me with <br />disbelief in your eyes, <br />this time. And better yet <br />believe me for once. <br />There is a storm <br />brewing, child! <br />To the north, just beyond <br />the mountains. <br />Hide, lest it find <br />you, unprepared. <br />Would you rather it <br />to be just outside the window. <br />looking back at you? <br />Would you then be inclined <br />to do something? <br />My dear little girl, the <br />greatest clouds are amassing, <br />gathering strength. And while <br />it is by my doing that <br />they have so begun, to <br />stop them I cannot. <br />Child, I know you are now <br />imprisoned deep inside the <br />grown body I so adore. <br />And just for that <br />you are the only one <br />who can stop <br />the distruction ahead. <br />You may save yourself <br />and me, in the proccess. <br />If you please, <br />you may do it just for <br />me, but never forget <br />it is up to you.<br /><br />Jonathan Land<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-storm-brewing-child/
