Take on the storm, and let it soak your bones.
Take on the river, and let it wash you away.
Take on the lightning and let it burn your shadows.
We’re but broken dreams, simmering in golden light of a star long deceased. Nothing to shine upon -darkness will come soon. I just hope it’s one I’ve met before. Just as old school bullies bring a sense of homeliness to a beating; known darkness brings a sense of acceptance to the inevitable.