The Language of Rain

The sky cries. Can you listen?
Can you eyes hear, can the soul see
Time squeezes the clouds
Bringing out every last drop of rain
Hands of the clock provoke the thunders
My poem stands atop Sinai
Yes, it looks at the awe of thunders
Embrace me says time, fall into my bosom
For the womb is about to disappear
Do not turn back, do not slip away
Hold fast within my arms,
For the rain will wash the womb away
Carry it into the depths!
Madness, another episode of birth
Birth of this demon one last time
Do not look back for your rain will cause destruction
When the pure and the bright one disappears
The last of the pure light reaches the moon
When the nectar finally traps her light
You will be left alone with me
Does anyone speak the language of rain?
Except you and me.
Mighty Lion, I shall kill you slowly
Oh! I, The Time you so dearly hated
I shall rip you apart, bone by bone
sinew by sinew, memory by memory
until the once mighty Leo shall finally fall down
The rain shall wash you away
Neither The Moon nor the Light shall stand by your side!