Eye

Rolling clouds in the sky,
Like boiling steam drifting by,
A bolt of lightning's silver flash,
A clap of thunder's mighty crash.

The settings sun filled with blood,
Day of rain, eve of flood,
The seventh storm, the seventh night,
The seventh death the seventh fight.

Crimson water rushing past,
The awful vista is my last,
Forgotten tears I should have cried,
Are the flood in my eye.