Book of Poetry

4. A Stormy Night

Open your eyes to the morning winds,

For it is I who howls and sings,

Beating away against the cliff side,

My violent screams dulled by the tide.

Forever and always to be captured here,

Never to have anything to hold dear

Stranded until the fates open the door,

And give to me the soul they tore

From my body that is numb

The fates send a thunder storm

To ravage what is left

To cover the darkness of their theft

Showing me all the things I could be.

As the waves pull me under, I cry

I cry the tears of rain as I try,

To plead for the life that was mine.

I struggle to pull free of their grasp

Knowing to give in would be

To feel the fates almighty wrath.

I’m drowning, sinking into the sea

I know now deep in my heart,

As the waves pull me further

The game is lost, the fates have won,

The sound of their victory thunders.

The darkness engulfs me, I’m just a host

An empty shell fighting the wind

I close my eyes and the fates laugh

But I’ve won. My sacrifice has lent

My soul victory. The fates don’t know

They have lost me, I am once again whole

Because of the power of love and sacrifice

So they wait must for another lost soul.

My soul ascends to heaven, where it belongs

While my body, broken and torn, lies a shell

Among the rocks and the waves songs

Never to be condemned to hell.