Ahh! You can hear it can't you?
The pit patter of the greatness that has been enveloped by despair
Hail!
We whisper whimsically
Ahh that bravado!
It is deep and it echoes.
Vibrations they're crack the screen so that you might reach into the milieu of the internet
And when you finally touch the secret stuff
Scream Hail!
Your scream is deafening.
I can't hear it. But I feel it
Once more now, this time let go of your fears.
Once more now, this time let go of your dreams
Hail!
It is done. Not your song, but the crescendo.
We will go higher one day, but not today.
We will sing louder one day, but not till tomorrow.
Ahh that crescendo!
You can no longer sing me to sleep.
Siren, vixens, succubi and men
Be gone you have no power here.
Instead let the rolling thunder come.
It crashes and crackles.
It lights up the starry sky, which we cannot see.
But now we feel it!
Hail!
It's falling. Everywhere. But the pit patter doesn't bother me.