[bad word] assents
to gusts of fury south and west
Foretelling of the nearing guest
of rapture and of doom forlorn 

Behold the streams, the undesired
Beneath the shadow of his wings
Descending in his silent power
Majestic being the tempest brings 

The desert sands may bury deep
Enigmas that were once to keep
But [bad word] to legend past engraved
Continueth the search for prey 

Behold the streams, the undesired
Beneath the shadow of his wings
Descending in his silent power
As guard, as executioner 

As dew bites dust to bitter end
And ivy breathes its deadly breath
The roving minstrel, troubadour
Intones his eastern song of yore 

Behold the streams, the undesired 
Beneath the shadow of his wings
Descending in his silent power
grinning child in wretchedness 

An aria of howling pain 
An ode to torment and distress
grip that holds beyond demise
An empty stillness in his eye 

From whirling sands and heightened sun
To heightened moon and gusts of wind
As guard, as executioner
Beneath the shadow of his wings