January Thunder

Something harsh approaches
Skies blacken over a world of white
Something in the air tenses
And speaks of time gone mad
Anger is shown in the sky
As hibernating fears awaken
Aura of evil descends
As a sleeping winter landscape is touched by violence.

Cold day horror!
Thunder lurks in our midst!
Young year terror!
Lightning kissed.

May thunder always rain
Its roar of dominance
Upon you mortal creatures
And your insipid pride
May the whirlwinds come upon you
Bringing terror and death
To remind the haughtiest of men
That their lives mean nothing.

Hail to the fire
Between the dark clouds
Throwing their ire
Upon ice-clotted ground!

Speak to me not of things mild
For this world knows not meekness
Speak to me indeed, of power
That rain and wind spell the death of a mountain!

I dare ye who speak of a "gentle" and "temperate" world
To say your peace to the thunder
That rolls across this frozen land
The fools you are
Tell your lies!