Ancient Storm

Distant drums of pompous thunder, resolute flying lightning bolt. Evidenced the probable blunder, played by heaven's musical note. Castigate the black clouded sky, it's refusal to disrobe from under. Heaven's portentous sounds of sigh, walking away with Thor's plunder. Ancient spheres of celestial planes, chase the heavens caustic remains. Daunted needless harmful estuaries, flash floods of essential necessaries. Controlled the Gods of Olympian's kingdom, the flying albatross's lost freedom. Enter through grated golden gate, tempting the unknown of hindrance's fate.