5 minute poetry

[slightly aboveaverage man]

The Eye of the Hurricane

You will believe that heros exist,
When the wind of justice blows through the mist.
When screams of terror echo in the night,
A caped crusader will then take flight.
With strength that belies his slender form,
And fists as powerful as a thunderstorm.
The scales of justice in his right hand,
As villains fall to his chokeslam.
Those who thrive on the sick and the lame,
Will soon feel the Eye of the Hurricane.
Like the holy Archangel known only as Michael,
He rides into battle on his green Hurri-Cycle.
With his Heart on his Sleeve, and his S.H.I.T. at his side,
He brings truth and justice, forever with pride.
Evildoers will prepare to meet their maker,
When they feel the sting of the Vertabreaker.
Citizens obey when they hear the call too,
the cry of "Stand Back! There's a Hurricane comin' through."
One by one they drop to his swift blows,
And tremble at the sight of his green glow.
Through howling winds and pouring rain,
All evil shall fear The Hurricane!