Hurricane

You took warmth

from the bodies 'beneath' you,

wrapped it around yourself,

always spiraling

with your tropical air,

leaving the room cold in your wake.

You built a stadium

in honor of your own game,

that you watch with one open eye,

cheering your own madness,

and yet never satisfied.

Not even when you uproot islands,

nor control the tides.

You feast upon destruction,

craving more carnage,

powerless in your uncontrolled rage,

until at last

you die.