Stormrage

The Storm rages,
Such hainus pain,
Unlimited and Uncontained.
I left my home a broken cage.
Taking old oaths on endless pages,
The sweatsoaked blood of dead legends rage.
Odes of ghosts past,
hunting whispers, memories, and traces.
With bloodshot eyes,
On our search, in ourselves, and through ages.
We killed what was holy.
We severed what was blameless,
And discovered a forbidden power,
Dark and not to be played with.
Replaced happy endings,
With apocalyptic revelations.