Lady of the Storm

With this beauty I struggle,
A mistress of the wild thunderstorm,
The temptress called the Lady of Ire.
She is the bringer of the dark sky rage,
The mother of the haunting Tempest.

With this beauty I struggle,
A mistress of the wild thunderstorm,
With hail and lightning in her hands.
The temptress called the Lady of Ire,
She is the one who forms my dreams.

With this beauty I struggle,
A mistress of the wild thunderstorm,
A woman of pale longings and wants.
She is the bringer of the dark sky rage,
And the creator of the gentle breeze.

With this beauty I struggle,
A mistress of the wild thunderstorm,
Craving my own passion as I do her.
The mother of the haunting Tempest
Who does watch me with a silent eye.