Pouring Dark Cloud

The skies will cave
And the raging rains shall raid the ground
A grave of despair
Is dug open while the
Sandcastles of hope
Perish in the wind, man’s merry sin
Is idle no more

I’ve seen, the burn in the devil’s eyes
And I’ve rode the
Rotten race on a demon’s wing
My soul I’ve sold
For a moment of joy that I chose
To enlight this, wreck called life

Trees stripped from leaves
Are to welcome the elegy of vigorous winds
An uneasy scene
Yet a mere prologue of what
Is to be
Is this someone’s nightmare
Or my own fantasy?

I’ve seen, the burn in the devil’s eyes
And I’ve rode the
Rotten race on a demon’s wing
My soul I’ve sold
For a moment of joy that I chose
To enlight this, wreck called life