Another reverence of the wind
Another bow of the tidal wave
I am indeed cataclysmic fiend
Indeed I don’t know what I crave
Some may believe dawn will ever come
Some writing poems to the morning light
They never heard nightingales first hum
They’re always out of sight, out of mind
Another bleak of the rising moon
Another black of the tempest sea
Here I’m again, whistling dead man’s tune
Enjoying silence all up the creek