Storm Yielder

Storm yielder

Sky ravager

My hero holds truth on both hands

And walks fiercely trough all lands

He's to fly

Not to cry

Death deprived

Yet never alive

Born to fight

Undefeated

Undeceived

Free of meanings

Yet breeder of meanings

A spark of energy

On the land of slumber

Loud thunder

Striking brutally

Onto the anvils

Inside your heads

Unstretched

And determined

To break steel

He flies

Lyrically unbound

Yet lyrically beautiful

Storm yielder

Sky ravager

Reviews

[richieb]

Winter, Powerful imagery. Reads like Greek mythology. I like this poem very much, you are a fine poet. Richie.