Blitz caused soul to writhe while heart
was cleft with pain and rage. His eyes
malicious bade mine to stare and thus
smoke, amidst the blood and thunder,
sheds faint odor throughout the air.
Rain pours down soft as though drops
of courage and urge me out from dark
despair. Breathing from trembling lips
a prayer, until era of dawn, rose out as
spear. Thus path ahead beamed fervid
Seemed as though the devil fears;
To see us tread with bold austere.
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