Oh Ye That Breaks the Bonds of Soil's Grasp
Oh ye that breaks the bonds of Soil's grasp,
And swiftly ascends to the noonday sun.
Where light shows where thine true colors run,
And ye which strikes onto skin like a rasp.
Thunder's roar befalls, mouth and minds a-gasp,
And piercing shock designed by gods to stun.
Once being still, the land as though it begun;
Tumultuous crash, fire, as ground un-clasped.
But after dark night's reign of tempest storm,
And with the soil's forgotten brethren.
All eyes gaze up at the sky, clouds be torn.
And with dawn comes delighted cock and hen.
For the sun provokes an immortal scar
Of any black tempest which hides the stars.