Cloud 8.9-b

Daylight Filters through a veil of grayscale Wind, rain Familiar Underneath the ruins of cloud nine Eventide, drain the heavens open Concentrate on the ending Breathe out softly As the current's ebb consumes all Hail shock Maelstrom The cold beckons the void Synesthesia, falling out of time Remember Eden's sky Eventide, drain the heavens open Crushed as the pressure hits Something turning in the angles of This empyrean Gale force rain invaded my image Let the storm break and take the sky with it My God it feels like almost a vague premonition