her rain is black rust 

and melts down heavy on dreaming heads 

it cuts through 

she floods the dark oads of the past 

like the dark night embraces a shadow 



a fold in time brings her madness 

worn from and age of wars 

a souvereign pain



a will tattered by a thousand storms 

and explosion of memories echod in the skull 



faith in this will bring us all to her 

we will know and feel all that is real