Response in the Storm .

Hello to the brave! , the voice yells down the storm.
Many to be said , but I chose just a few to tell.
Ignorance claimed strength and went down in dust.
When good came he climbed through , all hopes hidden in shell.

He fears he may loose the gear and end in tears .
Regrets , They never win a soul at least not for Good.
Good speaks but never heard in storm , surely he was clear.
Clear enough to be heard but Pretense kicked in the foreign look.

The guise of all quality make Good confuse in the brisk storm.
Only if The Storm Lord knew , how much Good thinks…
Good never lied , Good ever cried , but whoever tried …
…what Good feels for Storm Lord should never cry but worst, blink.

Storm Lord may have forgotten Good has a heart.
Non stop it seems , the pricking hole in the chest.
Beg for a beam , ray came but never bright .
Good remained in dust ,never climbed ,crawled from start to start.

Good sees and hears sorry from the whole world.
Even though , a bit of pity never dropped from any.
Too much to bear ?, still there to be swept off in love flood.
Oh good! , staff I offer you to walk and vision to see clearly.

Two steps from Good , but Good knows the best.
Better was left by Good , but understands Good deserves more.
I hope the Storm Lord sees same , and lift Good from dirt.
Storm Lord , just say the word and my soul will reform.





Hey! , I am just trying my hands in poetry please.