The storm is growing - the eyes are showing - pale is the complexion of her skin
The swords are tools, only of show - the power within her is what shows
Guided by a hand of might - gentle as the soft moon light, but with that, the fire and bright of the sunlight
Challenge is big - Gone are the ways of acknowleding elements, animals, or divine - the building blocks all broke down.
Enough will be enough with the swords go down.
Your spirit is free - can’t you see. We are the same you and me. Waking up to a gentle breeze - enjoying life as we see. Chance and opportunity bestowed upon you and me - Fear is what lead us to now - For that you must wake up now.
The path is not clean and we cannot grow - there is unbalance that leads to death. Death is change and therefore life will re-greow. Different than before - universal and balance, better than before. Unbroken harmony with the stability to grow. The spell will work, nature will show. You big buffons - how dare you not know.
