Bathory

Storm clouds are forming : darkening the sky

the wind gather speed up the mountains

along the horizon : lightning strikes

then the deafening rumble of thunder

Rain beat against my face

quench the thirst of mother earth

the wind in my hair

behold the flash of the silver hammer

Shadows across the land : all clad in grey

the waves raging wild along the shoreline

cutting through black clouds : a finger of fire

bonding the earth with the heavens

Mighty : the wind of storm

forks of lightning lacerates dark sky

from within : the clouds : ablaze

by the flash of the silver hammer