Silver Words on Burned Pages

From the cloudlands doth I settle

Winds doth take me unto the earth

Landing by a thicket nettle

Watching close the pegasi birth

Rainbow catches wander-strays

Snowflake will the clouds condense

Drip Drop scans the silver maze

To fill the holes before commence

And such the flyers dance the skies

Bringing now a rain of two

Miss a week, a threat shall rise

In the form of storms o'erdue

So off they go, their tasks now done

Home to hide from rains of war

To now await a later sun

To Tempest Storm, the sun's a bore

Gentle first the voice does carry

A bellow thunderous and strong

Behind her vocal chords, be wary

Of the gust that is her song

Catch the wind the filly did

Wings aloft in the current gift

Thunder louder, voice amid

The howl of zephyr and her lift

Carried now ,the mare could see

The slate blue storm --- the angered sea

With bolts to split the strongest tree

And more at home she could not be

Her hoofsteps touched so gentle and quick

Upon the surface of the beast

Static biting every click

Of hoof upon the water-fleeced

The wind around her seemed to follow

Never pushing, always kind

The storm beneathe her seemed to swallow

Angry bolts before their time

A calm took hold her very being

Froze her still upon her throne

And suddenly she was now seeing

The thing that she could call her own

The storm went on, an adversary

But calmer now beneathe her step

For all its freedom was now wary

As the sheep before its Shep

Calm before the storm is priceless

Calm ensuing, such a bore

Still, her venture was now timeless

As the mark her flank now bore