A storm is brewing, in the heart chaos reigns, Noise dances wild everywhere, The vessel, delight for timeless wanderer, Is gliding to my soul carrying an embrace. A depth of grief in the vast expanse, without its shield, tears veil the path, Sorrow emboldens 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. * * *