Sailing Island Part 3 Preperation

Rain beats heavy
Over my island today
An omen
Of the great storm to come
I run down the mountain side
A grave feeling in my heart
At the realization
Of approaching danger
I must prepair
I must prepair
I must prepair
And ecoying reminder
Of what must be done
My island screams at me
It knows the threat is nearing
It shout and claws at my mind to hurry
A Sharpened spear
A Steel blade
A gripping terror
These are my weapons
Now i wait another night
For in the morning They will learn
That no one
Threatens. My. Island

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©