The boughs did creak And branches snap The sky turned then Quite suddenly black Dead leaves stirred As willows mourned The whispers of A coming storm The wind then died And silence fell Like echos from Within a well It started slow The sound was soft The arpeggio of A single drop Then like a wave Before the break A crescendo rose From far away And broke upon The shattered earth A torrent's rage From heavens birthed Thunder clashed Darkened the night The sky was cracked By blinding light Alone I listened To the sound From beneath The hallowed ground The war of thunder Rage of light The shallow grave Of the sleeping Knight