Weatherman from Pilot by Noctobre

“It is I, the Weatherman.
Keeper of this realm;
so you.
The Tempest charges through the heavens;
a force so, so wicked the Pines dare not speak of it.
O Sisters, I have risen,
honored to oblige.”

“Recall your comrade, the Oak.
No rightful conscience denies it revenge.”
Lest you have forgotten the toll;
abandoned here – no mind and no soul.
No conscience to return you
to the place from which you came.

“Oh, Weatherman – I need you to save me.
Oh, wake me from this dream.
Oh, wake me.”

From the skies, the lauded one appears.

The Legend being written being written today.
“Oh, Weatherman, the Tempest rages this way.”

“Evil Tempest, rid yourself.
Join the Oaks in Limbo.”

“I pledge their sacrifice will not be in vain.
And you, my friend, must awaken at home –
in your own brain.
O Seven Sisters, I have risen – I bid you goodbye,
for I see the Storm – convalescing closely in the sky.”

“Tempest! Have you forgotten the toll?
Have you no mind? Have you no soul?
Oh Weatherman, save me."
"With good conscience, I return you
to the place from which you came.
Be damned, you wicked Storm!”
“Weatherman, save this Bog.”

The Pines caress the bedroom window;
they beckon.

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