I am the storm

I am the storm        
bitter winds howling        
screaming in feral ecstasy        
cursing a loveless world        
sharp talons to rake men's hearts        
with needle sharp fingers        
of freezing fire        
a burning flame of ice        
for I am no longer alive        
no heart beats in my chest        
nor blood flows through my veins        
I am far more that human        
and far, far less        
for I see the sins of humanity        
feasting on these transgressions        
seeing the strong feed off the weak        
seeing the weak [so willingly]        
offer their souls in sacrifice        
I am your doom        
and your one saving grace        
look into my eyes        
to see your fate        
how your pathetic spirits wait        
sniveling in fear of the light        
how can spineless creatures fight        
lies won't save you but I just might        
pick up the sword        
your shining two edged soul        
and stand in the gale        
of my feral howling breath        
and be reborn