The mounting wind began its violent moan
As the island realized it'd been left alone
To face the dark storm of rising fury.
The silence before had caused an eerie
Sensation which carried throughout the land,
The pause before strike of some divine hand.
The hills behind the beach were lush yet bare
Forsaken at first sign of rising air
And now nothing stirred but what was offshore,
As the irate bull turns to charge once more
To finally bring down the red-caped cliff
Scornful waves seemed to laugh out-loud as if
The stillness earlier that day had lied,
Calm as Red Sea before 'twas opened wide.