In the wake of chaos the wind screams,
A tempest unfurls, tearing fragile seams.
As structures crumble, order turns to dust,
Havoc rides fierce on winds of broken trust.
From wreckage blooms a fragile new dawn,
A world is shaped, from the ruins redrawn.
For though it shatters it may also create,
Havoc holds both a curse and a twist of fate.
