Storm
A timeless and forgotten place,
the moon and sun in endless chase
Each in quiet surrender as the other rules the sky.
The midnight hour begins to laugh,
a summer evening's epitaph.
The winds are getting crazy as the Storm begins to rise...
Wild were the winds that came,
with the thunder, with the rain.
Nothing ever could contain the rising of the Storm
On wings of ebony, darkened waves fill the trees
Wild winds of warning echo through the air

Follow the storm, I've got to get out of here
Follow the storm, as you take to the sky
Follow the storm, now its all crystal clear
Follow the storm, as it begins to rise

She seems to come from everywhere,
Welcome to the Summoner's lair.
Fingers running through your hair,
She asks you out to play...
In all of Nature's sorcery
the most bewitching entity,
I can tell, has no fury
like the rising of the storm.

© Teylynn Darkshadow