And It Shall Storm Again

by Void
Honorable Mention 2005 Poetry Slam'

So once more we hear the call,
of the Storm wolves, one and all,
calling forth the wind and rain,
to wash away their anguished pain.
Hark, and hear the thunder crash,
watch the lightning spiral down,
reducing all their hopes to ash.
New sorrows rise, that they might drown,
before them lies the Storm wolves' crown.

None may stand against the sky,
for fate hates those who would stand high.
Join us in our mourners' cry,
for those we love must also die.