On the skies beset with maleficent gloom
Pregnant storm clouds at duskfall break
The night ripe with darkness in full pompous bloom
As ponderous bolts of lightning awake
Stentorian thunders roar in tongues
And the rain's somniferous voice seems never to fade
Its cancerous sorrows so harmonically arranged
Like an endless descant on my lamentations greyed
Words plummet from grace, whilst heaven cries
Raindrops eloquent, extravagant and wise
Etched in the decaying echoes of infinity
From bleak abysmal poems woven like scars
Exhilarating delusions drowned in worthless efforts
Are pouring like clean sacrificial blood
Onto the shrines of oblivion, from where moribund desires
Shall escape to south, where save but shadows bud
Omnipresent the claws of the raging storm
Tear now at my heart racked with disease
Making delicate morsels for the chthonic void to devour
My inner sanctum is raped to its knees
In eternal rainfall our destinies entwine
For since birth all hope is heading towards the circle of nine
Couldn't care less for for the sun, when clouds are my tomb
Gloaming my abode, and shroud my costume
