Many a mystic dusk,
afore a stormy night,
I howl my pains unto the winds,
and to the days last light.
All my anguish, all my sorrow,
all my worries of tomorrow,
all my suffering, all my fears,
all my sadness, all my tears.
All is unleashed,
in my cry,
as the sun gives off,
it's final sigh.
Darkness reigns,
the crickets sing.
Coulds heralding that,
which the night will bring.
The winds rush through,
the ebony forest.
As they add their song,
to the chorus.
Then...a still,
the night songs cease.
As the dark skies above,
beg for release.
A single drop falls,
to set the pace,
it trickles down,
a tear on the earth's face.
Again...the WINDS!
Howling through the sky!
Telling all,
the storm is nigh.
A crash of lightning!
The crack of thunder!
My mouth agape,
filled with wonder.
The rain pours forth,
the heavens open wide,
drenching all below,
in a raging tide.
The rain and the wind!
The lightning and thunder!
The sky split open,
torn asunder.
The power and fury!
The rage and the pride!
The voices of a thousand,
thousand warriors that died!
My voice rises high,
and cuts through the night,
as the storm above,
sets me alight.
My pains and burdens,
are lost to the sounds,
of the storm and its howling,
like a million hounds.
See the power,
hear the roar,
take the storms anguish,
'till you can take no more.
Dawn comes slowly,
lighting the world.
Showing a new, refreshed earth,
and the clouds have unfurled.
The storm is over,
the night is won.
One day is over,
another begun.