The Calling Poem by Gianni Pintus

Winter is coming fast,
Autumn never last.

Green leaves over the grass,
But the tempest is already past.

Looking forward to better time.
Waiting a while for the perfect rain.

Mountains and lakes are falling dawn,
Fire and wind are spitting out from ground.

Why we should care? ,
Why the rain always dare?

Torments, tempests and hurricanes in this year insane,
Witches, warlords and demons are making this world in pain!

So I opened the rift once again,
But cold weather brought here the rain.

What wonder me is the winter pulling,
I'm here still awaiting for the true calling.