Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian

Hurakan

I stand by a mountain, too close to the sea,

All but everything, holds meaning for me,

Against the hurricane, is where I have to be,

The birds have long gone, flown away to be free,

And the wind keeps blowing, shaking leaves from the tree.

Now as I tumble, lifted up high in the sky,

Free fall lullabies, sing as I begin to fly,

The mix of detritus, strikes as they pass by,

Breaking my bones, I don't even think to cry,

This god of destruction, beholds me with his lone eye,

Welcome oblivion, a fitting end to this stage show,

A sweet cessation, to the storm I had to follow,

The birds return now, from where no one will know,

Clouds are slowly clearing, revealing the damage below,

Hurakan is smiling wide, time to let the seedlings grow.