The purge

They were pirates on a bountiful sea,
Stealing peace and happiness,

Amassing material treasures,

Always taking more than they needed,

Greed became the epitome of their existence,

Nothing was ever enough,

Plundering and ravaging was the norm,
Till one day, the world stood still,
The lull before the storm some would say,
A tidal wave rose from below,
And purge the pirates from bow to stern.

The cacophony

She was the hurricane that hit the shore,
A whirlwind of energy about to implode,
Lighting bolts and whirring winds,
Caught in a cacophony of what could have been.