A Time To Rise Poem by Ghost Legend

This is the time to rise—
When clouds cover the sky,
And dark thunder rolls by,
We hinder bloody night.

Seize wind on swings;
Make it play as a violin.
Cup rain into drinks
With drops of dirt for gin.

Let moonshine be a sign
For wine truly of time.
Humidity conditions life;
Our temperatures are ripe.

It is our time to rise—
Bathe in rivers' height.
The Sun's rays will light
Our souls until we bite.