The skies a sinister purple
As the looming grey clouds
Showed their tyranny over
the beams of the dying sunset.
An enigmatic peace hangs in the air,
The smell of danger invading the lair
In the fabric of expansive space,
Weave the threads of darkness.
In the depths of the water maze
Stirs from its sleep, the Loch Ness.
The heavens erupt in lightening bolts and
Bellows of thunder, as Zeus unleashed his rage.
The calm before the storm is shattered,
The skies illuminated by the furious blizzard.
The breathtaking sea brewed in obvious anger,
As harsh waves crash violently on jagged rock.
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