The Tempest Of Thor

Well I haven't heard from Thor for a while but I hope he'll read it one day and enjoy it. So I post this mainly for the rest of you. Enjoy!

The Tempest of Thor

The roar of thunder resonates across the heavens

Giant billowing clouds of cinereal temper

Form a rumbling avenue of squalls

As the rain lashes down in sheets of ocean

Lightning blazing in blinding moments

Of pure light and darkness

As Thor enters into the room

Tall, thin and mighty

His electric blue eyes hide behind shades

His war hammer swinging in the violent winds

As the tempest swirls in blustery grandeur

He smiles a crooked smile

As he commands the firmaments

Raining down tragedy

On those unfortunate wretches

Who crossed the path of Thor

The ghastly overpowering boom

Wrenching the sky apart

As burning ice

Tumbles into the void

A blizzard of hail ablaze

As Thor vents his fury

And as the deep ocean depths

And the pinnacle of the sky

Unite in a frenzy of froth and fog

Two extremities forced to combine

By the iron will of Thor

Black lightning flows from his fingertips

And the sea surges from his mouth

Electrocuting and drowning his foes

A salty torrent entices his tongue

And a tingling current caresses his hands

As the tempest rages into the night

Building as sea and sky combine

They submit before Thor

In a gusty climax

As the world begs its master

For release

That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Be Just As Random And Frankly Peculiar As Bryony

Hmm... well here is a poem for Bryony. It makes hardly any sense. Don't know if you'll like it. *curses self doubt* But here you are! Enjoy!

That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Be Just As Random And Frankly Peculiar As Bryony

A wonderfully eccentric girl

Only slightly, she claims

But no one’s as random, the whole world knows

As The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

She once was a mango

She’s obsessed with Severus Snape

But she always was crazy and odd, I suppose

Was The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

She looks fairly normal

She’s got eyes and a nose

And a mouth and some fingers, and even some toes

Has The All Singing All Dancing, Bryony Rose

But don’t let it fool you,

She’s as mad as can be,

So whatever you do, don’t presuppose

With The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

For although she’s insane

And has no taste in hats

She is good at breathing, and there are other pros

To The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

She always seems happy,

With her face in a grin

She just doesn’t have woes

Not The All Singing All Dancing Bryony Rose

And she knows how to eat

Though she tries eating plates

And she also wears clothes

Does The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

Can she fly? Can she whistle?

Can she speak Ancient Greek?

Is she friends with the crows?

The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose?

She may be controlled by the weather

The sun and the rain

And the wind and the snows

Rule The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

And she knows how to talk

How to read and to write

She knows how it goes

Does The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

And the questions she thinks of!

That can’t really be a fish you’re standing on, can it?

And an answer arose

For The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose.

For the nonsensically minded (and I am one of those)

Any sense in these words I shall try to dispose

Just revel in the marvellous words (not the prose)

‘Bout The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

Dancing Through Life

Well here is another poem I've wanted to write for a long time. It's for Thalia. Enjoy!

Dancing Through Life

Carefree and mischievous

With a smile in her eyes

Thalia Circe laughs

As Dusk looks on in surprise

She babbles a lot in Spanish

Then beats him with a chair

Then leaves him lying on the floor

Staring at her black and messy hair

Yet those eyes of stormy grey

Are so caring and deep

So strong and silent when in pain

A treasure of talent asleep

An adept and a mind reader

So sensitive and kind

Yet even though her heart is large

She’s sometimes left behind

Yet her friends unlock her talents

And they marvel when they do

For her poetry is wonderful

Her stories superb too

And even when she’s crying

Her friends will help her through

And then Thalia is strong again

They know this to be true

She created the rainbow squirrel

And she has an evil cat

Diligent, clever, witty, crazy

Nothing wrong with that

Writer of Crown to Eye Patch,

 A Poem- Little Owl

Timeless Sergiyevskoye

Yet she’ll hide within a cowl

She thinks them to be dreadful

When the truth is that they’re great

And I constantly wait for more

For I really cannot wait

Though you may feel sad or angry

Though you may fill up with strife

You’re special, magnificent, Thalia-esque

And I hope you’ll go dancing through life