The Vandal – Derek Haines

ANGEL OF THE STORM Rolling in like anger, Growling from the North, Seeking out to lash, At the innocence of earth. Charging in with power, Delivered by the Gods, Prepared to vent its wrath, On some poor forgotten sods. And to its wrath, she warns, “Come closer, come closer”, “To the Angel of the Storm”. “I open out my arms, To your fearsome groans, “I am the Angel of the Storm “. “Fill me with your power, Until you are forlorn, Yes, I will dance with you, I am the Angel of the Storm”. The skies clear slowly, Releasing sunshine warm, And back she goes to boredom, The Angel of

The Intensity of Flux The passage of life, as it blunders along, With the constant of change, and fears that belong, To the twists and the turns of each passing day, It just ebbs and it flows as each day rolls away. A vast sea of change with tempests and storms, Followed by calms and fiery red dawns. Never in time will a day ever pass by, When there isn’t a need to smile or cry. In love as in life, or are they one and the same? The flux is intense, as change never goes lame. With breakneck speed, with galloping pace, Is life just a challenge, a simplistic