The Storm.

The darkness surrounds me,
And raindrops fall down
As if gods from heavens
Cry out and die.

The trees hold their branches
Like claws, and in dark
I cannot remember
To fight my own fright.

The drops burn my skin
With their coldness, and I
Run quickly through forest
From something to hide.

The lightning lights heaven,
Shining evil and bright;
It's hopeless, it's useless,
I no longer fight!

There's something before me,
Gigantic and cold,
The walls of a gray
Medieval stone.

Is that what in darkness
I was running from?
The ghosts of this castle
Have guided me home.

This is actually a poem I've written myself, and it won some sort of an award at www.poetry.com. It's very appropriate for the BSSM fanfic I have.