The Coming Storm
And soon, the vast welkin , by clouds is rent, And fast-flung winds, a harbinger of dread, Across the firmament their fury lent, As the thunder's mighty orison is said. O Love, haste hence to where the northway flows, To stand against tempest, the most piteous fray, For all our hopes, the year-long labour shows, Shall be undone before yet the light of day. Behold, those clouds, in a funereal veil, With eyes of fire, their dire intent declare, To crush our olives, fragile, faint, and frail, And shatter dreams of castles in the air. So seize the axe, and with your swift accord, Wage war, my love, against fate's own direful hoard . --Affaq N Affaq PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest #...