This morning the sun is rising,
with its rise, the black clouds of lightning form above,
while I await my judgment below,
the wind stirs, whipping my hair to and fro.
The lightning cracks, but I still stand,
'May my sins and deeds be laid bare, and weighed equally!' echoes to the heavens, making the challenge.
One strike, two, three.... still standing once again.
The clouds start to recede, leaving only light of dawn.
'So another day goes by,
with my blacked,
shattered soul still here...'
...The dawn leads forward to another day....
...where it is only the beginning of another ending...