The Weather Mask.

With weather mask I watch the sky

Of tumbling clouds where Dragons fly

Who dip and weave and fall to rise

Through billow holes the moonbeams shine

To glance upon the midnight sea

Where deep beneath the spirits heave

And rise as wisps upon the waves

To ride the wind and scream away

I walk beneath while storm rage harsh

To seek the lightning sand struck glass

To add a bead on to the mask

In Elemental praise to dance.

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