If the Sky darkens with dystopian drapes
Let lavender ribbons of Rain cry down.
Let the Earth be purged.
Let the crisp stationary be splattered.
Let mountains be eroded down to their core,
and let the mighty tors be swallowed in roiling rivers.
But do not let the murky shadow
lurk above our heads
Whose foreboding presence silences
Life and burdens the Mind.
Instead have the heat of Life
And Death’s austere perfume meet in the halls of high Heaven.
Let their fray be displayed
as the bolts of white light
That saturate us with dismay
or unalloyed delight.