Sounds of time
hidden agony.
I fear no reaper
for I have travelled
brimstone covered roads.

The most coveted was the black rose,
the various layers of copper rust.
Peeled off one by one,
to uncover a core untouched.

Stormy weather,
puffed up feathers.
Yes, the harsh winds,
bore her name.

She put my mind at ease,
yes she did.
For my life was
a dark one,
the son of a socio-
my path was unclear.

When I met her
Stormy weather,
through it
my path was clear.