Britain Facing Deadly Winter Storm

Albion, isle of emerald embrace,
Now cloaked in winter's frozen, steely might.
Beneath a sky where tempests tear the light,
And howling winds unleash a chilling chase.

No verdant whispers grace the wind-whipped sea,
But ravenous waves pound jagged, storm-lashed shores.
Salty spray paints rooftops, slams at doors,
With every surge, a desperate, pleading plea.

On cliffs where ancient lighthouses stand guard,
Foaming claws of ocean reach and seize,
Threatening to claim the land with brutal ease.
A tempest's dance, a deathly, raging card.

But hope, like embers, glimmers in the night,
In hearts that rally, prayers that rise above,
In stoic resolve, a testament to love.
Though winter's wrath may test, it cannot blight

Your spirit, isle, aflame on freedom's path,
Unbowed, unbroken, weathering the wrath.

~ Bard