Storms

And the storms cameSmall child
Swept away
Terror in her soul
Blood running free
Blood running sweet.

The storms raged

Small child
Stripped bare of Innocence
Left alone in the dark
Held captive by Lust
Childhood seduced away

And the storms died

Small child
Filled with pain
And a small seed of power
Growing now
Racing through time
To meet the woman.