Rapture Poem by Angiuli Aguiar

Who knows the demon that in yell and light
Rides the sky in the stormy night?
Whose spirit was never enraptured
And whose soul was never captured
By the whimper and the gloom
Of the lost in their mourning doom?
By the hiss that trembles the air
And the muttered words its moaning bear?

Lonesome and terrifying eons fly
Grisly grim shadows lurking nigh
Engulfing, whispering, rising
Spirits calling, spirits crying
Stirred standing stately still
Seized by the choking wind chill
And the raging freedom bursting inside
Release the soul formerly tied

O'er the timeless and shapeless field
All the world ruined and peeled
O'er the titans' mighty wrath
And the gods' silken path
O'er the muses' harsh tears
All men shiver in ghastly fears
For they know deep in their core
They shall feel it, nevermore