The Thunder Storm King


Do you hear their horses prancing by
Hoofbeats heard across the night
Their silhouettes block out all light
To join a battle that crushes the brightest stars
Holding golden swords, they come to spar
Death and ruin await when they strike
Trees and people and animals alike
Their lovers watch and scream and wail
As the world is torn with harsh gales
Once invincible mountains crumble
As unseen war drums rumble
Tears and sweat flee their makers from above
Insanity or vengeance or ardent love
What is the mad reason for such reckless war
Perhaps for glory and immortality in an epic tale or lore
Shall a victor rise and triumph soon
The dust from the shattered moon
Shields the world from the blinding sight
This ending, great, deadly, catastrophic fight
Then silence
Golden swords are sheathed
The defeated bow on their knees
To hail the Thunder Storm King

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