#MonsoonPoem #Writcopoemchallenge

From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,


From afar, the southwest whispers low,
An ancient chant, a mystic's flow.
Like witchcraft woven, spellbound and old,
The monsoon's melody, young and cold.


Grey skies convene, a gathering of might,
Thunder drums, an eerie delight.
The wind awakens, a sorceress's...