Stormy-eyed

Thunder-witch.
Her voice splits the sky
When she sings her song
That'll tempt the wind
To lay down upon her,
Send his billowing strength
Howling through pale flesh
And her bones older than
The black country beneath her pretty feet.

He leaves her stormy-eyed.
Through lightning lashes
Her eyes crack like whips upon
The flesh of the now,
Her spells leave red flay-marks
That lay Time's secret flesh bare.
The future is soft fruit and her mouth is hungry.