Sometimes I wonder what it was all about. Others I wonder why I fought back.
It could have been so easy to say yes, to give in.

It was unheard of, untold of. From thin air it came out of.
Like a gust of wind it moved. So fast it lacked sound, traced only by its path.
It moved surroundings as it went, a phantom presence.
I saw that gust everyday. Knew it was special,  but did not know what to say.
Then you saw it and I knew it was real. We gave it a name, which gave it a form.
The form gave it power, it gave it strength. It moved as it had, yet now visually traced.
The creature was large, ungainly and horrid.
Now seen by all, changed from harmless to violent. Continue reading →