she's the storm,
warning her sons raging winds that follow.
she'll devour your mind,
until your thoughts are left hollow.
the currents rip and pull at your heart,
leaving you finally in her eye.
amidst your chaos, she's found bliss,
to which you're obliged to comply.
she's the storm,
thundering her daughters rain that drowns.
she'll consume your soul,
your will battered and torn,
the waves crash at your heart,
until you are no more.
amidst your chaos, she's found grace
to which you're obliged to adorn.
