Honor The Terror Bringer
Shhh.. hear its voice, ..Its calling You
The Terror..its Coming..
I lay next to the window the breeze alive with the waters voice
Hes coming we all know it
Many leave in haste with aprehension weighing upon them as labor weighs upon a pregnant mother
But I feel no fear
Am I a fool or is it just the strength of my dreams that guides my feet into its shadow
I face it not with void pride and boasts but with the wondering mind of a child
My heart feels clear like the eyes of the tormented sky
Why is such clensing viewed as such a infamous villian
Do we all become so snuggly nestled within our comfort that refresh seen on the horizon is labled by hating tounges
So many strike their fists against it
Others rest upon their knees with breast to the sky submission into the gentle violence
Windows are darkened before he can draw his fingers across them
Lovers of free movement are tied down before his billowing butterfly kisses can flush them
Yet I cant get close enough
Eyes closed in reverence and awe
I hear that pulse
The beat as he throws off his robe
His armour ringing with the laughter of the wind
Come great hero
Come ye wreckoner of sedimentary time
Let me glow with your tremendous song.
