Storm
A storm is brewing, in the heart chaos reigns,
Noice dances wild everywhere,
The vessel, delight for timeless wanderer,
Is gliding to my soul carrying an embrace.
A depth of grief in the vast expance,
without its shield , tears veil the path,
Sorrow enhartens the army of darkness,
captive of tears has no more tears left.
The past, a blade to the stumbling heart,
lifts the veil upon the soul’s capture,
tears are ticking away fast,
none can endure, a silent rapture.
I’m an exile of the infernal mill,
redeemed by majestic grandeur,
before the emperor’s crown… I stand still
it shines marvelous in its splendor
