...sounds like a freight train

i am an eyeless titan, the spawn of warring winds
thrown down from the heavens to lumber across the
fruited plain. i rend both tree and trestle, hearth and hayloft;
the anchors of mortal lives are but chaff before
my blind fury which has no goal save to exhaust itself.

my numb tyranny
finds it's only equal in
my destruction's path.