Amber haze from the fires of dawn
Billow forth images of yore,
Bring clouded ceilings of despair.
They roll with fierce, relentless rains
‘Til down-pours drown the shallow life.
But emerging from insipid pools
A Thor whose power deep within,
Divinity chiseled by hell’s caldron,
Magistrates the elements of Gods.
Now claps of thunderous supremacy
Abate the tepid storms
And fashion golden dawns.