Joyful tears of thunder softly whisper clouds above.
Silhouetted dancers grace a tender sigh of love.
Leaves of never winter sail from whence the Autumn Shore
With words of almost spoken filled with greetings, truth, and lore.
Raven feathered magistrates speak justice from the sky
Coal black eyes of seeking finding sooth inside a lie.
Wisdom laden dreamers, both, they always seek to gain
The elemental lifespring that flows softly after rain.
Just as there's never winter, there shall never be a spring.
Thought and memory take flight on wind and outstretched wing.
So wolves of ever hunting lay once more at master's side,
The flames of their desire finally sputtered, sparked and died.