RELENTLESS
Late summer,
tide starts to turn.
entering the parallel realm,
Leafs fall, sky starts to burn.
Massive grey, approaching from the West,
conquering the vast plains.
Unceasing pounding upon the shores,
the elements unchained, in this seasonal conquest.
Step into the core,
the eye of the storm.
Thunderclouds, absolute domination,
bursting out, chaotic revelation.
As one with water and wind,
tormenting the land.
As one with water and wind,
on a savage crusade through 'civilisation'.
As one with water and wind,
the tide has turned,
As one with water and wind,
in the stream of the elements,
inexorable and pure. |
