Two birds leave their nest and begin to fly together.
A dark omen in the sky predicates nasty weather.
Undeterred by their state, they choose their own fate.
And fly like one under a lone ruffled feather.

Thunder and lighting echo in the dark of the night.
These birds can sense that they are in for a fight.
The wind begins to shift, their flight begins to drift.
As they soar in the sky looking for a beacon of light.

The winds shift again, the birds caught in its path.
Mother Nature begins to show her draconian wrath.
The birds begin to ascend, precious energy they must spend,
Hell's fury unleash, no salvation for the birds nature hath.

The birds begin to fall, descending to the ground.
But nowhere is safe from the echoes of the sound.
Lighting strikes the Earth, completing the circle from birth.
Crescendoing with the raindrops, death begins to hound.