Leaving confusion and torture
Late Autumn rain turns to snow
Smothering the ultimate future
Flesh bound by chains to time
The mind flees the dangers
The storm brings pain inside
This world a canvas for a painter
“A storm came chasing the sky away. And virgin sands
Drank all the water of the evening woods,
God's wind blew icicles into the ponds;
As I wept I saw gold,- and could not drink."
