The storm is marching
Across the plain
Waiting to strike
Down its prey
We’re unable to
Stop its command
Its hopeless
To even struggle
So now
We have only one choice
The choice is not
To run or flee
But to believe in
The thing
We cherish most right
In this chaos
And this darkness

But unfortunately
Out of confusion
And of despair
Some let go
Not knowing
What lies below
So they’re left in
The fury
Of the storm
Stricken down of their
Hopes and dreams
Unable to believe
In anything

But the storm
And the chaos
It has caused
Pass away
Every single time
So for the ones
Who hold on tight
And believe
Are able to see the end
Of its terrible might

This poem was written/submitted by Scott.