The Storm

I taste the twilight air
and feel a storm coming
hidden in a cloud of pain.
I cannot help but be afraid
as heaven sheds her first tears.
But not even my guilt
can stop this rain.

I know the shadows of your face
and see the agony in your eyes.
But I must admit
I never intended to warn you
as you were dragged to the altar
and sacrificed to my manhood.