Three-thirds of a Storm
I
Thunder Wind and Rain we three will meet again
Stormy lives converging into one
One moment one instance, one drawn out unit of time.
Fated, Destined, Meant to Be
No way to wrest fault from the stars
They watch our lives unfold, so unfeeling is their cold gaze.
A feat of nature we three, and no way to break free
Destiny binds us in star-metal chains
The moment of our meeting a foretold event.
II
THUNDER, earth shattering intensity follows every call
Blinding light precedes with deafening silence
Sight and sound intertwined in a heavenly play.
Lightning strike: so swift is the deathly hand dealt
The cards incinerated in a flash of bluish-white
The silence of your passing, a funeral song.
WIND, playful spirit running amok
A presence felt but not seen
Mischief wrought on unguarded papers, clothes and leaves.
Wind blast: a temperament to match your quick dispatch
A flurry of attacks with little sense
And regret breezes through your life.
RAIN, wet, nourishing of life and strife
Fluid adaptability that smoothens the sharp-edged stone
Colourless gift in time for the spring harvest.
Ice blade: cold and clear is your character
Invisible motives for your actions
Unreadable and unpredictable is the deadly strike.
III
A dangerous dance between victory and defeat
Each its own yet together are one
The meeting a struggle for dominance.
No freedom to choose, the weapons dictate
Drawn so close yet pushed so far apart
Friends and foes made to fight regardless of what lies in the heart.
So the storm is brewed till the brink of release
The rest will watch and wait till the final date
Where the three fulfill their fate.