Calm During the Storm

Know the verity of summers quisling,

Swallow and descry the weatherman's lie.

Grothar has sallied in the month of July

Asphalt of this road, rimey and sizzling.

Pedal forward toward tepid quarter

Hermes and Harpies begin to wage war

And Edward grinds gears to level the score

Under the bough, begging "Storm be shorter!"

A voice cries out in the thick of the screams

This mind may find tranquility it seems

Into the abode, a dry and sere sojourn

She left at havocs end and in my stay

saw debris fixed in my prior delay

indebt for her ward, she"ll never learn.