Running into the gale

That menacing terrain
against the dark skies

These legs beneath
rooted firmly into the soil

The clouds blanket
the earth like a shroud

These eyes glowing
with will and passion

There's a storm brewing
beating against this being

The heart is afire
and onward treads a lonely soul

Fueled by dreams
of better days.

The end may come
leaving nothing but visions

But, it isn't only the end
but the road to the end that defines us.