Little faults as though she was terrified

I tried to reason with him

The dying, dreadful, and drought

Tore viciously at me

Gave a great drive to fear

The lightning was peculiar with all the colored fires

I tried to reason with him

Overcome it or go

The grieving sky turned and glowed

Trapped in a state of flight

Yellow light over me like a explosion of dazzling jewels

The dazzling uncertainty of color

The most enchanting in the world

Trapped in a state of flight

Rich brown the perfume of burning wood

Driven back to the dazzling descending sun

The stars friendlier then the day