At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.

When friendship matures into love, the ship makes the friends stable in the tempests and storms of love

And home the ships sailing send.

This world is all vanity. It is a tempest hurling us from one sorrow to another.

My storm is my own…Enter if you dare. However, bear in mind that the tempest of desire is fraught with unpredictability from the highest peaks to the depths of the abyss. Do not expect a...

Anger swirled in him, a tempest readying her strike. And like a helpless vessel caught in her fury, he felt himself dashed against the rocks without mercy.

Then to the elements be free

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.