Tempest

By Sarah Wissmann

 

Last night, little fairies danced on my rooftop

Their soft feet tapping against the peeling shingles

A calm, rhythmless melody

 

Monsters growled outside

But when I peered beyond the frosted window

They were shrouded in misty blankets

 

Their tongues of electricity snaked to the ground

At their touch, fires emerged in lively yellows and oranges

ready for beautiful destruction

 

Ghostly spirits rampaged through the deserted streets

Threatening trees with whistling screeches

Their invisible touch left none undisturbed

 

Darkness watched along the horizon

There was no leniency in his

Starless black eyes

 

The monsters cackled

The fire scorched

The spirits screamed

And the fairies continued to dance