The Tornado: Master of Shadows

The sky reverberates against the earth;
swirling white lightning flashes,
everyone is exposed to the glory of their
pounding hearts thrumming in the darkness,
scattering to the lowest places they can find,
basements, ditches, cellars, coves in the earth.
 
Shadows creep out of their dank dwellings,
rising up to the green of the storm,
circling the underbelly of the twister.
Gleam shines in the shadows' hollow eyes,
like dogs bidding the devil's work.
They whisk through pristine developments,
smashing apartments and ripping
the common beige houses to the top of the sky,
only to spiral them down to their original dust.
The shadows slosh through the lakes and creeks,
the tornado helping the waters escapade to the dirt,
splattering upheaval of mud across bricks,
the blasted boulder raining a jagged chunk into an SUV.
 
The nearby woods are lashed over the land.
A small girl rides in the air on her horse,
flying through the wind and over fences,
and everything is still,
and the girl and her horse are set down
to gallop to the appearing sun.