my goal is to write 24 nocturnes, after Chopin. I have 14 so far. <br /> <br />That rushing siege of Midnight Storm <br />Wielding her weight in mighty form, <br />Conquers trees and fields with glory <br />Her dark clouds like purgatory <br />Sending blasts of blazing flare; <br />The blinding burst of lightning's glare <br />In black Sky's brilliant sword-clash strung <br />Gold crowns of Gotterdammerung <br />Powerful as raven's wings- <br />Heart-beats of those bold hammerings. <br />Her warriors riding jet-black horses <br />Showing strength of Titan forces, <br />Cast from fingers' silver nails <br />The pelting rocks of frozen hails. <br /> <br />Raindrops flailing brushy streams <br />Find sirens calling out to dreams <br />Left far behind, in the Azores <br />In ships that wrecked on ocean's shores <br />And madden the waves that hurl themselves <br />Rushing, multiplied by twelves <br />To stately death on golden sands, <br />Kismet's sands-those endless strands. <br />She dances then the dance of death <br />Weaving herself a coral wreath <br />Then morning breaks eternally <br />She sings and moans a reverie <br />Of glories past now lost to view- <br />Calm water's sky reflecting blue.<br /><br />Kate Wiley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nocturne-vii-midnight-storm/
