Storms

Downtrodden eyes cast beautiful storm light Outridden masses clash before the sunlight Breathe my fears the end is drawing near We all know that it's death of which they whisper And as I laugh my sons are tossed asunder Forbearance speaks it's will to keep raining thunder Crashing down all around, the ilk of men shudder Here I stand my mind at home with my mother And she cries, as I lie, in vain I seem to go where the wind will not blow Ghastly gusts grating through the ghostly gallows Tossing and turning under perils and of plight Night comes to me in the form of ease, holding me tight And as I laugh my son is thrown asunder Forbearance speaks, his will to keep hurling slander Crashing down all around, the ilk of men shudder Here I stand my mind at home with my sister And she cries, as I die, in pain I see the winds feign to turn, beg to burn Blustering bastards fail to learn not to return Blessed disgust as we discussed by the cusp All that we held had been turned against us And as I laugh my son is torn asunder Forbearance speaks, his will to keep casting shadows Crashing down all around, the ilk of men hallows Here I stand my mind at home with my father And he lies, as I cry, absolved