Breath of Tartarus
Tartarus from the prisons in the dark abyss
risen from the dead with the Devil’s kiss,
the evil disciple of the Prince of Darkness,
endowed with powers of a beast possessed
with horns that cut through walls and stone
and powers unleashed that he calls his own
with lungs of dynamite to blow and blow
nourished by the foods of Satan to grow
and develop into a power to surpass all powers
and sanction it to be a tornado and call it ours
to disrupt the currents of the arbitrary air
with booming voices to the clouds to beware
of the Breath of Tartarus, winds of the Netherworld
defiled and twisted in a tempestuous swirl,
rising up when all is calm and peaceful
in defiance to the mood of the prevailing lull,
picking up the air to later send it back down,
contaminating its purity until earthly bound,
sending it swirling in its power driven vortex,
picking up all the fragile debris that it collects,
unleashing its fury upon the quiet earth,
empowered with an evil inner nature at birth.
It gathers up everything in its vicious winds
to please the Devil by carrying out their sins,
claiming its ownership as that of the devil
and dances in jubilation and rowdy revel
O peaceful skies, why hast thou forsaken us?
