Eye of the Storm

Tethered the light of the moon

Gathering embers you wade through the twilight

Waiting for the morning to come

Shepherding banshees you pine, for the eye of the storm

Comfort in the arms of the void

Following the wake left by the weight of the sword

Mountains buried below

Levying the lightning you burn, for the eye of the storm

Staring at the ashes below

Lungs christened by the smell of the fire

Morning didn't come

Leveraging the mountain to find, you are one with the storm