Tornado

The Tornado
She comes on raven black wings
Running the world as Queen

Trees and Rivers bow to her
While Animals cower in their holes
She is nothing more than wind gone wrong
Lashing out at the world that hurt her
Pain shadows her every fiber
Revenge lingers in her every thought
Trying to get even with the world
Her hatred makes her blind

She leaves as quickly as she came
Leaving her pain cloned on others
She runs to her crying place
Ashamed