A woman scorned

She comes with a whisper, that turns to a moan

Full of darkness and anger, that chills to the bone

The demons inside her twist and they tear

Whatever she touches, destroyed without care

In her mouth of destruction she does devour

All before her, that don't bow to her power

She wails, screams, screeches and shrieks

Over flooded valleys, and mountain peaks

Her heartbeat heard in the pounding of the waves

At her center a false calm, before further raves

In her, the fury of hell, a woman rejected

She goes as she came, leaving none unaffected

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very nice rhyming. I think I might have once dated this woman.

[Soren]

Thanks, John for your review and comment

[Chris Shaw]

You paint a vivid picture here of the fury of a woman scorned. I felt that unbridled rage within the lines upon this page. Well conveyed Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you, Chris for your review and kind comments I thought after going through the last hurricane, though not a woman's name, all these storms used to be named after women, and it seemed to relate.

[Chris Shaw]

Whether a woman or a hurricane you can't deny the destruction left in their wake :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I do know. Leave a angry woman alone.
"In her, the fury of hell, a woman rejected
She goes as she came, leaving none unaffected"
The above lines. I did like. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Soren]

I tend to anthropomorphize a bit, but it was easier after the last hurricane. Thank you so much for your kind review

[Coyote Poetry]

It is Soren. If you survived the hurricane? You are welcome my friend.