This was translated from French with a few tweaks, and although I've checked it over several times, I apologize for any mistakes. Please comment!
Clouds thundering overhead
As the stars dissolve into chaos,
Controlled only by the
Waning light of the moon.
Spears are flung, lightning
Streaking down in a flash
Of jagged power, a display
That is startlingly real.
Fear is abundant in this
Realm of higher beings than themselves,
And unlimited illuminance glows from
The dark sky, the origin cursive written in
The withering Heavens, crumbling stone
Barricades of our bravery, everlasting
Pride, for we can never reverse the rain
Nor the tide. But we can hold onto our courage,
Kiss the sun good morning, and
Clutch to sparkling clear skies.