bréaga

all I hear is thunder

like limestone boulders crash

the night is ripped like linen

clouds are crushed to ash

pound the dark with fury

lead hammers on the sky

sing your iron anger

send the stars to die

you are brag and clatter

black noise and nothing more

a horn for brother lightning

the reaper’s screaming whore

now your song is fading

moonrise sows her light

once the squall has flown

you’re but a whisper in the night

 

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