Devastasia

Blue skies
Ablaze,
Wondrous afternoon.

But there is a
Storm
Afloat in the atmosphere
And it rains
Down
A torrent,
Thunder
Roars overhead,
Lightning
Slashing into the sky...

And the world
Darkens
At the sight of this
Disaster
Approaching so abruptly,
Though forecasted,
Inevitable...
So very long ago.
Ample warning...

And they call her
Devastasia,
Sent down to rain her
Revenge
Upon the many who have
Done so
Wrong...

And in the
Wake
Of this turmoil,
Who will ultimately
Survive?

Is it time for
Burial,
Or is it time for
Revival?