Secrets of Long Ago

Secrets of long ago, 

Ones that once were gold, 

Now have all turned to mold. 

A storm is brewing ahead, 

As thunder screams in the dead-

Of night, as the stars disappear. 

They know what shall come, 

As the fog begins to clear, 

The tide rises casting the moon aglow, 

As it yearns to reach out, as time moves so slow.