Dream Storm
Rushes sway gently in the wind
They murmur ballad of the old
Deal with humanity fury wills rescind
Sunset is glorious sky is azure and gold
Air grows dense and thick as it passes by
Continents their secrets will unveil
Terrifying lightning transverses the sky
Very low flies the swallowtail
Lightning is devil himself but rage not lies
His fury he will unleash upon the land
Through the abyss lightning flies
Guided by powerful hand
Fruits upon sea of dream
Have magic in their seeds
Their abilities are extreme
They are transcendent breeds
Suddenly you feel being lifted up above the storm
Your soul to heaven soars
You have a freeform
Through eye of divine you look from inside celestial doors
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015
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