Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won

From wood to the stream
From shore to the mount
A snarling pack at my heels

Hounded I have become
By the gnashing, thrashing
Wolves of victory herself

My thunder is their quest
But it is mine! In my chest!
It is mine to behold!
And it is mine to hurl!

Into the great depths of the unknown
Into the hands that heave this stone
It is mine, and I shall release it
In my own time.

Through the dawn, blasting on
Even the winds cannot best you
Shale weight, heavy gait
Heave it across the water!

Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won!

As we leave behind must and mould
So too are forgotten flesh and bone
The lightning we so dearly hold
Is but fodder in the clutches of wolves
What is lost still sits and sits deep
Where lay our midwinter dreams
Where lay our warm April rains
There you will find what's forgotten

When pulse recovers,
I breathe deep in weathered wood
I stand and brace in flowing winter falls
And the weather systems build again
For tomorrow's thundering

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