A Hymn for Lighting and Sky
Dark clouds that dance on stage of sky.
Rain on me, grant me my solace.
Yet you won't, these skies clear and blue.
And you ask. "Are you happy now?"
Blue skies you make me waver in rage.
Rain on me, grant me solace.
Yet you won't, these skies clear and blue.
I am not happy, you won't give me what I ask.
Voice raised to heavens, my song to grant my own solace.
Blue skies to fade away to the storm I demand.
The world to bend to my dance, my reprimand.
And the skies asks. "Are you happy now?"
Lightning to arc across this stage.
The stage mine to command, as blue skies give way to storm.
Yet I feel no rain.
And the storms asks. "Are you happy now?"
Voice to shout, my song to grant my own solace.
Storm gives way to rain and wind, ripping at my cloak.
Yet I feel no rain.
And the rain and wind asks. "Are you happy now?"
Shout to roar, my song to grant my own solace.
Rain and wind give way to tempest to rip at the seas to shred the flesh of earth.
Yet I feel no rain.
And the tempest asks. "Are you happy now?"
Roar to scream, my song to grant my own solace.
To reach into heavens and hold the mirror of the sun.
The moon to be filled with my wrath in crimson sky.
And the moon asks. "Are you happy now?"
Scream to silence, my song to grant my own solace.
These storms and tides rain on me no, each star in the sky to blink down on me.
Yet, I feel no rain.
And the stars asks. "Are you happy now?"
Silence to eternity, my song to grant my own solace.
The moon to rise back into the sky, tempest to quiet, storm to blue skies.
Yet I feel no rain.
The skies asks. "Are you okay?"
Eternity to stillness, my song to cause my own pain.
The wrath on this world, only to be unchanged.
I feel the rain as it drips onto my hands.
"I feel alone."
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