The Storm

Winds howling,
The blizzard is prowling
– No mercy in sight.

The Storm:
A Revolutionary War; 
A relentlessness storm 
– Of historic proportions.

The Coast:
Death entwined with life, 
As the whirlwind of ice 
– Devastates beyond prediction.

The End:
Mayhem has set; 
No food, no water, no light; 
No travel day or night 
Until the storm rescinds: 
Ending her fury of ice!

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