Tear streaked skies of greying sorrow
Chilling winds on which they borrow
Driven on until the morrow
Harsemen dark and brooding ever
Quailing hopes of bright tomorrow
Steely seas of rolling thunder
Sealing land now torn asunder
Be them mountains o’er or under
Nonetheless, the tempest breaks with
Power great of mythic wonder
Silence falls without assistance
Sword rent skies pass in the distance
Storm of shodows claiming infants
Men and women also taken
All within a moment’s instance
Copyright ©2002 Joseph Verdun