Tempest approaches at furious pace.
Turbulent winds lead The Timorous race,
bringing Terrifying Truths I must now face.
For This Trial is mine, alone, To embrace.
With Temerity I never knew I had gained,
I Tread The Terrain Transformed by storm's reign.
Trampling upon The Terror sorely disdained
Only To learn That These efforts were in vain.
Memories, un-Tethered, now Tattered and Torn,
Trembling I remove Their Tortuous Thorn,
Whose Toxins slain The child I now mourn.
The pain is The Tonic for The wounds I have born.