# THE STORMCALLER'S CODE

THE STORMCALLER'S CODE The room was full of ravens... Too polite to make a sound. Every feather knew a secret Better left beneath the ground. Copper fire crossed her shoulders, Slow as bourbon down a glass. Lord... Some women wear the evening... Mine let the evening pass. She held midnight in a chalice, Blue smoke curling from her hand. Not a spell... Just quiet promises... Even thunder understands. She never begged the heavens. Never asked the storm for grace. She simply smiled... The lightning Changed direction... Just to see her face. Lay your shadow next to mine... We'll let tomorrow lose our names. Every scar becomes a scripture When it's written in the rain. Love don't live inside a wallet. Gold don't buy a faithful flame. Money only rents the silence... Love remembers every name. There's a book left open softly Where no preacher dares to read. Every page was bound in cedar, Every line a different creed. One says, "Build what won't remember rust." One says, "Truth outlives applause." One just whispers, "Kiss her slowly... Even storms respect their pause." Lord... I've seen kings behind their castles, I've seen beggars dressed in gold. Funny... Power ain't the throne you're sitting... Power's what you choose to hold. Lay your shadow next to mine... We'll let tomorrow lose the trail. Every kiss is quiet thunder Rolling underneath the veil. Money counts the empty pockets. Love keeps counting every breath. One keeps chasing after living... One keeps dancing into death. She reached over... Touched my knuckles... Like she knew where iron bends. Lord... Some women break your body... Mine kept rebuilding men. Outside... The city kept on burning. Inside... Candles learned to sing. Funny... When your heart becomes a kingdom... You stop needing to be king. The ravens never judged us. The eclipse refused to blink. Even time stood in the doorway... Just to watch us have a drink. Smoke climbed out the crystal Like a memory learning flight. She said, "Drink me with your eyes first... Leave the whiskey for the night." So I tasted all her silence... Like velvet dressed in sin. Every answer she was hiding... Was already under skin. Lay your shadow next to mine... We'll let forever close the door. If the world should count our fortune... Count the footsteps on the floor. Count the storms we learned to shelter. Count the nights we stayed the same. Count the hands that built a kingdom... Never carved upon a name. Money never made the music. Gold never called the tune. She raised smoke... I raised thunder... And together... We taught the darkness How to bloom.