Woe upon me this day of ruin
Fraught with not but anguish
Scattered across this unhallow earth lies pieces of my marred soul
Who be I to see the rise of another sun?
To go on and remake what is lost?
Witness these salted channels form valleys down my face
Taste the despair of a hollow gut
Hear the grumble of my essence tear itself apart
**** the creators
Blast the makers
Couldn't they have worked with sturdier stock?
Burden once grabbed unraveled
Writhe along the floor like the worm I am
Nothing in this life could bring joy again
The bite of rope filling my throat would only begin to satisfy

Tail fluffed in the air
She stalks around the room
To her whim and wish she peruses
Kneeled in the center
Wagging with patience I sit
Anticipation any given command
Bidding her time, letting me shake
Deeming if I'm worth the time
If I may be useful enough to sharpen her claws
All I can do is wait and behave

Connected to your past, connected to your friends, connected to the earth
You've moved along abstaining from hope
Downcast were your eyes
Lidded and without sight, the world turning dark
Sudden is the leap leaving behind that encroaching shadow
In what stage, in what form will you land?
Beginning to reclaim what's been lost
From the ground you lay staring the bar in its eye
From the ground you rise to lift it with you
Great effort it will take
Something which now you are able to make
Creature of joy hidden within
Stare upon your baubles and gems
Weave of light, craft your world
Take stock of the newly granted freedoms
Life stands before you arms spread wide
New breath swirls around
You now step into an era of gold

Creator of fear
Mirror of fear
Reveal what is already inside
Seer of fear
Maestro of fear
Divine is the weave pierced through flesh
Precursor of fear
Devourer of fear
Feast, for the meal was sown by you

**** and ***** to see what makes them tick
Preform acts that would make another sick
Tried and true please them into another hue

Upon these stones we are met
Before the void of inky wet
Gather our joy from these rocks
For we make delight as the dancing fox
Stand you creature of fae
Where in the **** was the right way

The depth of rage sees the force of sorrow and wishes to be one. Rage wants to be and pushes themself to be kind. Only joy is wished upon sorrow in their neighboring hole. To dig a tunnel between began with hopes to raise each other out of the depths. Rage sees themself and knows their own rot must be cleaned before being a kind force to sorrow. Scraping away while in hatred of their own being.

What is done with an intention of love comes from a background of hurt, and rage is unable keep that out. They reach to hold sorrow, but can only dig in by the fingertips. They open their mind, to be closer, to be known completely, but spill words that have only harmed. Rage only wishes the sum total shows the good they attempt, but can only see the harm they have done.
I did not mean to be cruel, but I was not kind. The tunnel dug has started to cave in. Even with supports the walls will be fragile, but I will spend my time reinforcing them. I will spend my time continuing to dig handholds until sorrow and rage reach joy.

Twin typhoons merge to one heraldic storm
Stand those who witness your travel
As the bow of ships sway to your passing
Sweeping that which is stagnant
For you bear the seeds of change
Bringing anew the source of survival

As the two I's of the storm cross
They form the one You
To imagine what came before
To see in the mind the force of the individual serves no justice
The support of the other comes naturally with the wind
Your energy and direction is one
Forces of nature made inseparable

May all touched by your rain take root
May the sun bring warmth to your harvest
And may the moon guide your travels