Ragged storm! With the voice and demeanour
Of God, do you encircle me for judgement?
Are my sins a veil to lose me between worlds?
I am only one among many servants
That fell to the serpent’s way,
Outcast from the dregs of empire
That, like a plague, covers the world in a more
Vengeful darkness than thee.
Now I stand helpless to your claws
And the lashing rain that cleanses us
And the torn lightning that whips us.
Towards the darkling plume we sail
And I wonder if we deserve to see the day again.