Of Lightning
&
The Great Storm Sworn
OF LIGHTNING
&
THE GREAT STORM SWORN
THE HIDDEN HYMN
Before it was,
That it all became,
Had the Elements stirred,
And change took the reins.
Then with a flash and a spark,
Was Lightning born,
From the ice and the voice,
Of a distant storm.
The voice was a hymn,
Of Fire, Earth, Water and Air,
A song from with which,
Brought Lightning to glare.
For from them he knew,
That he had been born.
A knowledge in which,
Left him feeling quite torn.
Of Fire and Earth and Water and Wind,
Without which he knew he could never begin.
For only with Air,
Could he quite come to be,
A knowing in which,
Left a tiny of Envy.
And so Lightning rose,
To challenge the Four.
He burned against Fire,
To see which was more.
He sparked against Water,
And the densest was found.
He challenged Earth,
To the greatest sound.
So came Thunder,
Yet none could he best.
Yet still he came forward,
To the final test.
He was to challenge the Wind,
Once and for all.
For his place as their equal,
Yet he was destined to fall.
So the Wind held her breath,
As her eyes danced with glee.
Then Lighting lost form,
And was bent to a knee,
Yet in that place,
Could he not remain,
For within him was Air,
From which Pride first came.
And so came the roar,
Of indomitable will,
And in refusing to lose,
Was his purpose fulfilled.
So Lightning stood,
And sparked into being the storm,
The one the Wind joined,
For simply the joy.
That same joy intrigued,
The other Children of kind,
And the song of their mirth,
Was awakening EIEN.
And so Lightning came,
To be the Fifth of the Four,
Life and Death were then split,
And the Seven were formed.
Time alone stood apart,
As the gods were reborn,
From the breath of all,
And the great storm sworn.
That it all became,
Had the Elements stirred,
And change took the reins.
Then with a flash and a spark,
Was Lightning born,
From the ice and the voice,
Of a distant storm.
The voice was a hymn,
Of Fire, Earth, Water and Air,
A song from with which,
Brought Lightning to glare.
For from them he knew,
That he had been born.
A knowledge in which,
Left him feeling quite torn.
Of Fire and Earth and Water and Wind,
Without which he knew he could never begin.
For only with Air,
Could he quite come to be,
A knowing in which,
Left a tiny of Envy.
And so Lightning rose,
To challenge the Four.
He burned against Fire,
To see which was more.
He sparked against Water,
And the densest was found.
He challenged Earth,
To the greatest sound.
So came Thunder,
Yet none could he best.
Yet still he came forward,
To the final test.
He was to challenge the Wind,
Once and for all.
For his place as their equal,
Yet he was destined to fall.
So the Wind held her breath,
As her eyes danced with glee.
Then Lighting lost form,
And was bent to a knee,
Yet in that place,
Could he not remain,
For within him was Air,
From which Pride first came.
And so came the roar,
Of indomitable will,
And in refusing to lose,
Was his purpose fulfilled.
So Lightning stood,
And sparked into being the storm,
The one the Wind joined,
For simply the joy.
That same joy intrigued,
The other Children of kind,
And the song of their mirth,
Was awakening EIEN.
And so Lightning came,
To be the Fifth of the Four,
Life and Death were then split,
And the Seven were formed.
Time alone stood apart,
As the gods were reborn,
From the breath of all,
And the great storm sworn.