Thunder arrives, the blackest cloud appears
This storm is dramatic, hope's nowhere near
Darkness pulses, as earth and wind collide
Storm's power shakes the earth, who can survive
Here in the depths, this abyss I'm alive
My throat cracks, air is so dry, feel like death
My lungs are full, I can't pull in a breath
If I fall, the earth will consume my flesh
“Pulvis et umbra sumus."
Horace
