Storm

Silver spoon on an empty plate
A black frame around our hate
Like a hidden mark, deep within ourselves
The God that lead us left this place

Hear a grievous melody
Fear as if you’ll be my own

A poem, a string, a hidden tone
A rite that shows you the unknown
Like a memory, of another time
The seven notes that set you free

I hear a tempting melody
I fear I’ll be on my own

See the fire release the storm
There’s a curse heading our way
Say goodbyes to all our loved ones
Beyond the unknown

You will last a thousand times
You will be forever mine