A TEMPEST RAGES

 
A tempest rages, wild and deep,
Where passion's fire and longing creep.
Despair, a velvet shroud, enfolds,
As primal yearnings, stories unfold.

Once vibrant hues, now shadowed gold,
A captive spirit, to be controlled.
Love's embered touch, a distant gleam,
Consumed by shadows, a haunting dream.

Yearning to break these silken chains,
To taste the freedom, feel the rains.
To rise above, let passion ignite,
And claim the soul with fierce deligh