The Allure of the Tempest (1st Edit)

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There is magnificence in her purity,
in her power and dominance.
And despite the risks inherent
there are those who lack the sense

to steer a course clear and safe
from the tempest and her mystical allure.
Adventurers, often irresistibly,
to her fitful fury are drawn.

To the twirling wisps of atmosphere
that succumb to the tempest's demand,
to the enticing energy that draws them close
'till they join in the frantic dance.

A tumultuous twirling of one's senses,
apprehension that grows in one's core,
the presence of awe-inspiring power,
near the gateway to the evermore.

Yet those who sail from tranquil seas
toward pummeling main veiled in foreboding mist,
compelled by an irrepressible attraction
that disregards the clearly-evident risks.

Forgoing calm, gravitating toward calamity,
abandoning security for inevitable threat,
turning one's back on the what is safe and serene
for a wager far more than one should bet.

What provokes a man to entertain the notion
that he could join with the tempest and survive,
or could it be that the lure of the tempest
provides the moments he feels most alive?