Ballad of Thunder

The beautiful birch stands proud and tall When wind blows in autumn some of her leaves will fall Suddenly as the air grows dense the angry skies pull in the soul The dark cloud in the center of the vortex inspiring awe as the thunder will roll The fury of the storm is like devil himself would spawn The separation of everything to maximum power has its dawn The force continues to expand eon after eon With true time being absolute because it has to be and word absolute is dead on In this true time the existence of reverse death will fall Beyond all control As on birches bark for protection is written key to the soul The benign light of the divine appears beyond the thunder smiling upon all It will be ability of mage hereon That will come from unknown land maybe US Africa Europe maybe even Asia or Ceylon At his visage light will shine upon And he will break out of his shell like life breaks from inside the stone