The storm is coming

Darkness falls
the consumer of souls,
night in total gloom
as the last ray of light
dies like a flickering ember
that has no place to go

up above,psychic seagulls squawk excitedly
sensing electricity in the air

for the angry waves are coming
full of fury and destruction
heaving and sighing
seduced by the wrath
of driving eastern gale

the litter dances
in carefree joy
beneath sullen neon lights
swinging signs squeak
upon haunted deserted streets

all we can do is watch and curse
and let nature do it's worse