Thunderclaps lightning bolts
Shining flashes in the night
Clouds fight but are soft
Like cobwebs on my book
Leaf by leaf searching;
For the drink of the truth
I ask: is it You who are with me!
Tears steam like pain
Stories over the line
With some stardust
In my hand,
I sprinkle some sand;
And call one last time:
Mirror mirror on the wall!
Who is the King,
The King of them all?