A foreboding feeling, A nervous abyss inside
Suddenly springing up, and I have nowhere to hide
Nothing to shelter me, No aegis in sight
Just a few moments for the storm to collide
I see the heavy black clouds gather,
I hear the vociferous howling wind blow,
Every speck the potency declaring,
Every gale resembling a mighty foe.
There goes the last golden ray of the sun,
Now vanishes the final streak of fine blue,
Despair comes and makes himself familiar
As all around turns a stronger black hue.
