Imagery of Imaginary

Vortex of spinning fury,
Hurricanes of dim fate,
Take my mind away from this,
Before it is too late.

Look before you leap,
But never into dreams,
If you predict the future,
Youd be picking teams.

Dont be quick to judge
Or he will come and take you
Tumbling across the sky,
The image is not new.

He will take your children,
He will take your fife,
Dont get caught in dawn or dusk,
Or he will take your life.

You may be asking, Why?
Why for all this danger?
I answer you, short and quick,
Because he is a stranger.