her rain is black rust 
and melts down heavy on dreaming heads 
it cuts through 
she floods the dark oads of the past 
like the dark night embraces a shadow 

a fold in time brings her madness 
worn from and age of wars 
a souvereign pain

a will tattered by a thousand storms 
and explosion of memories echod in the skull 

faith in this will bring us all to her 
we will know and feel all that is real