Ice Storm

She locks them in a cupboard safe from harm,
four little funghi hidden in the dark,
until the raging storm gives birth to calm.


A single blue flash serves to raise alarm,
the dog roused from her slumber starts to bark,
she locks them in a cupboard safe from harm.


Her beauty now no longer serves to charm,
as always, vengeance will be swift and stark,
until the raging storm gives birth to calm.


The thunder in his mood she can’t disarm,
before his fisted fury leaves its mark
she locks them in a cupboard safe from harm.


The blows that rain are interlaced with smarm,
they soak her skin but fail to douse her spark,
until the raging storm gives birth to calm.


Their tender looks will be her salve, her balm,
when shifting glacier scrapes its chattermark.
She locks them in a cupboard safe from harm
until the raging storm gives birth to calm.

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