The reeds in the storm,
My wrong, to my left.
My nefarious doom,
my happy ending in bloom.
There's been a theft.

The reeds in the storm
pass the murky waters of shed tears.
My verdant actions lead to
some of my greatest fears.

Primordial instincts kicking in.
Our zing thing.
The reeds in the storm standing in light.
The human torch, I am.
Heart on fire lightning the way.

The reeds in the storm.
Like Sue and Reed.
So sue me.
I may be a mole; man.
I'm not a invisible woman.
I'm the reed in the storm.

I can stretch the meaning
but I'm glad.
The storm is over.
Know just two Reeds.
No doom.
No mole.
Just humans and a torch.
A fantastic fairytale for
the reeds in the storm.

Authors Notes: Guess what this poems about. Lol