The Golden Storm Poem by Whimsical Wanderer

And as the ebony clouds part

Sunlit rays of pure gold kiss the landscape

The world contrasts from dark to light

And it seems as though we ride towards the very heavens

And through those imposing, dark curtains

Through the pouring of the sky's burden

A single, solitary orb shines through

It burns fiercely, keeping the world from plunging into darkness

Wrapping the landscape in a warm, gold sheen

The dusty landscape battles against the rain

Each fighting to suppress the other

But through their struggle, the golden mediator emerges

Harmony is achieved, each side elevating each other

This unworldly symphony breaking through the skies

Keeping the obsidian shroud in a ravishing stalemate