Winds’ whispers dampened
While clouds clutter rabid
Its waters’ initiative
To drain all weak vermin

Drizzle to downpour
His mouth curdles so sore
Anxious to begin
Its sequence to doom him

Trigger low rumble
To perplex and crumble
The gods watch him mumble
They foresee swift tumble

He sways with what’s innate
A dry dusty slow fate
The rain melts as acid
Leaves scars burnt in sacred

Ashes of burdens
Rest heavy with sternness
Stripped of his weakness
He walks with bold firmness

The past cries so solemn
Its ridges cut in him
Wet wrinkles bore fire
His passionate desire

Memories now buried
He fights not to tarry
Endured will to withstand
He stares at his severed hands

Wails call for water
His vengeance weak power
An unsteady stillness
As he bleeds dead in silence