Northern Storm

Southern slopes are beautiful like halls of infinity The rivers and lakes glimmer with fish of creators’ majesty But north is filled with cold winds It is infinite but desolate On both sides air is dense and heavy Both seem to disappear in misty haze But while southern side is abundant The northern is desolate except for one solitary tower And there in skies of the north Where cold winds constantly blow Devil resides An awesome force But he is different the demon usual seed He is the justice of the divine The right is the only way force can be tamed The energy growing and growling with hellish anger Lightning transverses the northern sky Millions of souls give off eerie cry The fire burns with medieval glow through the pitch black It is simultaneously very bright and very dark The lightning grows in power breaking all boundaries It is eerie uncanny supernatural and above all terrifying The distance it transverses cannot be measured The dread it creates is very real and boundless The growth of energy is multidimensional And absolute The dead rise as the graves are saturated with demonic force It looks like Armageddon Except more desolate Yet suddenly everything stops Clouds open and light will come through against the storm Golden grain grows in the center of battlefield And divine rainbow transverses the sky as symbol of peace