Trilled with fear
I face the storm again
my soul
filled with doubt
I have seen her, many times before
though she has never revealed her face
truly, blinded by tempests,
leading the way.
And as I regain sight
I raise my head …
And once again …
Than once again …
I look deep into the eyes of the raging beast.
Already since ancient times
Many a man has seen the gluttory of the storm.
Now my time has come back again
to raise the cleaver dark against her ever returning fury.
Though …
For the hundreth time…
Her gaze pulverizes my soul.
For the hundreth time…
She makes me burst in tears
For the hundreth time…
I am forced to my knees
Bloodfilled eyes
For the hundreth time…
I couldn't find the strenght
For the hundreth time…
She grands me resurrection
And for a hundreth time
She will challenge me again
This everlasting …
WILL SHE EVER STAND AT MY SIDE??
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