7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 9)

The crows are gathering, my kin, atop the royal Oak…

The storm clouds are dark and brooding

Loitering in the night, hooded

The crows’ cries are harsh and crude

Hungry and longing for anything–

Everything is food

A mouse, a rat, a pigeon…

The crow’s greedy black eye

Only sees food

The storm brings Thunder

The storm rides Rain

The storm hurls Lightning

And it is all Pain

Pain

Mistake not

The storm is Pain

The crows are gathering

And the storm is upon us

My kin, never surrender

Never retreat

Stand together

And we will defeat

The storm of Pain


Continues…

Sanem Özdural