A thunderstorm, roars
Ripples in the skies
An unruly wave, creek
The narrow inlets of the darker den
I draw penchant
Fighting the mighty dark
I taut my strength
Marrow to my bones
Here I go, to redeem
Arrow of my love
I subdue the mast of mountainous crest
With a cusp of my folded arms
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