Power of the Tempest

His hurricane spell casting gives foggy solitude to life
Weatherlight glares through cracks in heaven's sight
In a sea of sky enchanted tornadic clouds forsake
And mechanized flying men have yet to over-take
He brushes his hands together to remove the vortex dust
You can't trust his arcane magic it’s the only one thus
That was there to see all of your palm sweaty bluffs
Dirt on his face he removes it with a thunderous gust

His sorcerer’s breath will make a shimmer at dusk
A screech of plasma stretches to light the dark husk
Destruction and despair after an epic flooding balm
He controls the tropical storms every instinctive bomb
Rock and water twist in a rage against the earth
With tidal waves a man has no choice but to run
But turbulence follows with every season he returns
To test natures course and see if timber still burns

Here comes the blizzard mage crys the tsunami specters
This white-out wizard holds an icy manipulating scepter
Spectrum of a polar juggernaut who will pulverize and feast
And harpoon the weak with all forms of elemental beasts 
His jet-stream makes this not the quietest of planets
He slings his lightning gun like train-robbing-bandits
No willpower can hold back what wields this massive power 
The Tempest is a leviathan of wind and drought made fire