The Aftermath

I saw the night breathe in a raging storm
Woe fell upon the ground with crimson rain
That moment taught me I could not conform
With elements that bring the earth to bay

So alien did I feel before this rage
The wrath I contemplated all alone
A wayward nimrod likened to a sage
A human god uncrowned and dethroned

I met the aftermath with empty eyes
As stars bore witness to the havoc wreaked
The future showed me no silver line
No prophecy I begged the sky for leaked

But then, in silence, I could grasp a beat
My heart went on with darkness in its core
So sure there’ll always be a death to cheat
By terror, liberated from before

The soul’s mirror slowly shed its tears
The ground did not seem sacred anymore
Deep treasuring a canopy of fears
In syzygy of unimportant lore

I saw the night breathe in a raging storm
But I stood up from kneeling so low
Tearing apart what I used to adore
To leave the long abandoned wicked shore