Merge

The billows have blackened
Engulfing the West.
There's flickering now here and there.
The wind hasn't slackened.
The boughs have been stressed.
There's urgency filling the air.
The shadows have vanished,
Or merged into one,
And cover the face of the Earth.
Security banished
Along with the sun,
Debasing the sense of one's worth.
A hiss in the distance,
And pillars of gray
Approaching as wide as a wall.
Defying resistance,
Devouring prey,
Encroaching, the storm conquers all.
The streets become lonely,
And empty, the park.
Though fleeting, the light lets me see.
Now lingering only,
So near to the dark,
Alone, in the storm I am free.