The staff of Zeus buried into

The bosom of the sky of cheerful azure

And created the embryo of a storm that brewed

And boiled over on the darkening dome

The frowning ebon clouds veiled the timid moon

And the specs of stars hid behind the smoke puffs

The legendary anger of Jupiter wreaked havoc

With rising whirlpools of howling vicious winds

Likes jackals hunting for prey

And lightening flashed to glare

At the shivering , quivering earth in the rain

It dances like fickle emotions of callous youth

Or as nimble feet of a dancer in enthusiasm

It falls like the spear of trouble on the innocent

Burning that it befalls to ashes

Trees dance in the frenzied rhythm of the breeze

That seems to mourn aloud the death of tranquil hour

And many fall with roots uprooted

By the uncouth storm’s unseen fangs like giant plough

Flowers in bloom are withered and buds snatched from boughs

This is the dance of death

With Thanatos’ laughter echoing as thunder

Such is death the slanderer

Slaying humans with concern or pity

To lead across Styx to the land Hades reigns

With only the uncertain dim hope of reincarnation…