The Storm

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Her mournful song is carried

by the icy howling storm,

chilling every heart it touches,

your thoughts you will conform,

a sadness deep, you can’t define,

has taken hold of you,

there is no end to this labyrinth,

you struggle but can’t ensue.

 

The winds keep on howling, clouds become darker,

an silvery mist descends,

you’re helpless when the spirits take

your soul and you now transcend,

into the heavens where you submit,

as the world around you reshapes,

surrender into her arms, suspended,

by her love you’re forever embraced.