Something Weird

The rain falls and the winds blow
and the gray comes and the clouds go
and I stand in the pouring tears
and I look up at blackest fears
and the roaring flood sweeps up me
and the weeping veil makes me see

that though there is one more night
one more shrouded beast to fight
one more foe to bring to light
I cannot be that white knight.

And I scream in silent pain
And I writhe in fire and rain
And I cannot seem to feel.
But at last,
I fall
and kneel.

And the Hand from Heaven dries my deepest tears
as the shadow of the stars
fades,
disappears.