her rain is black rust

and melts down heavy on dreaming heads

it cuts through

she floods the dark oads of the past

like the dark night embraces a shadow



a fold in time brings her madness

worn from and age of wars

a souvereign pain



a will tattered by a thousand storms

and explosion of memories echod in the skull



faith in this will bring us all to her

we will know and feel all that is real