He vanishes when the wicked hides behind the thunder,
Craving whatever is seen through the eyes of the storm,
Telling a sad story of a lonely soul who waits,
When the lightning crashes he dreams of those that no one knows,
Time has passed just as those that he dreamt of,
Dark ones haunt his nights but none of them answer,
He stands face to face with demons that dwell in his path,
But when confronted the evil disappears when the rain is gone,
Once again he battles with the truth of what he is,
And the one who seeks to be true has proven himself worthy through time beyond time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem