Smiling in the thunder storm,
Stare back at the wolf that glares,
Growl at the moon no longer consumed,
By the clouds as dark as your hair,
I faired the forlorn weather,
Wether this is the best time or not,
I hold tight the ropes in the rain,
I’ll not be slain by the storms, nor caught,
My strength has fought and continues,
My ship shall sail to the sun,
My hope is the wind, My faith is a fire,
My heart whispers,
–“your time is come.”
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