A black stripe covers the sky
A dark storm is approaching fast
Trouble is brewing, danger in delay
Soon deep night will fall during midday
Old quarrels erupt from the past
New hate's born from truths awry

The only light's a red glow
Like of the inky sky a threat
Getting brighter and brighter until
For a short moment, the world stands still
Then the sky is burning crimson red
And burning stars fall like snow

Dies irae dies illa
solvet saeculum in favilla

The world is consumed by fire
Burning winds roll across the lands
The water becomes the blood of dead
On the scorched earth hungry flames do spread
The glaring light shines through our hands
No salvation from straits dire

Horae irae horae illa
solvent saeculum in favilla

"Oh God almighty, save me
From this. Have mercy on me, please!
What have I done to deserve this fate?"
People start praying but it's too late.
My revenge nothing can appease.
No remorse, no prayer from thee.

Facta illa facta irae
Hic tempus ultiones meae

Wipe away all of the dirt and blood
With the back of your hand
From your mouth, wipe down the mud
Say, can you get up? Say, can you stand?
Take my hand, I uphold you anytime
The fight was tough
The beating was rough
But here we are, still alive, how sublime

Now, let's see how bad it really is
We have seen better days
There is no doubt about this.
Despite some bruises and scars we'll raise
Yet again, maybe we will never learn
When to give in
When we cannot win
But here we are, and defeat we still spurn

So take my hand, get back on your feet
You didn't die of the pains
Even broken hearts still beat
And pump the red hot blood through our veins
As long as we live it's not over yet
We will go on
Even if we're wrong
Here we are, running down the road ahead

It's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade

Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green  
Look down into the soil  
Where strong roots do grow.

I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?

Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.

I don't want to lose what we had.  
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is what is left.

You will not lose what is there
The beauty of nature will prevail
For beneath the soil the roots will grow
Blooming leaves that are forever more

When did we stop to care?  
Hoping the tree's big enough  
Our visits became rare  
So is this the final fall?

Never is this the final fall
You live in my heart forever more
Distance or time don't mean a thing  
for you're the rose that's within me.

A house so splendid and fine
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good

At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?

A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout

Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't want to be
I rather take the life you owe me

The sky was coverd by grey clouds, which had just stopped pouring down rain. They muffled the light and everything colours seemed to have lost saturation.The many puddles reflected dark shreds of clouds floating passing by a dirty white background.
A shallow one of those liquid mirrors suddenly got stirred up as someone stepped carelessly into it. This someone was a girl. She walked with her head down, not paying too much attention to her surroundings. AN uprising cold breeze played gently with her long, wavy, black hair. The girl, Clover, hunched her shoulders a bit to keep the cold away.
A car drove by and managed to go through a large puddle next to the sidewalk. The fountain it caused was large enough to reach Clover's leg and to soak it wet.
Clover muttered something under her breath,but there was noone around to hear it. The clouds hung in the sky like a threat.
Just some moments after Clover had reached her home, the clouds spart out rain drops again. It was the kind of rain that could last for days without major interruptions.
Clover changed her wet clothes and put on her blue overall. Luckily, her family owned a garage clover could use for her hobby. So she wasn't going to be bothered by the rain and she really needed something to cheer her up right now.
Most people would find it strange that a 15-year old girl would choose fixing motorcycles as her hobby, but Clover wasn't most people. She didn't care that she was considered to be the lonely strange girl at her school. Well, most of the times she didn't.
Clover entered the garage. Her mother was away working, so her car was gone and Clover had enought space for her hobby. She removed the cover of the motorcycle standing next to the wall and got her toolbox from one of the shelves. Clover knew the motorcycle was actually just a small moped and not even officically hers. She was too young to be allowed to drive - yet. But that did not stop her from working on it and occaisonally riding it as well.
But right now, nobody would be able to ride it anyway since several parts of the motor were removed and now layed in the floor. Clover quicly counted them and when nothing was missing, she started cleaning the parts. The rug she used was soon covered with black stains, as well as her hands and pants.
After the pieces were cleaned, Clover carefully lubricated and/or oiled the pars again.
She was almost finished when she heard a car rolling on the driveway. It wasn't her mother's car, Clover knes that for several reasons. Her mother drove an old car and therefore its motor already acquired a pretty unique sound when idling. Also, her mother never returned home this early. Clover sighed. This could only mean her uncle came home. Clover quickly covered the moped and stored the toolbox away, while footprints scrunched over the gravel outside. Clover closed the door to the house behind her right in time. She could hear the big garage door open. she hurried to the bathroom to take a long shower. Her uncle didn't like her hobby and she didn't want to cause another pointless discussion.
While she was still showering, there was a short knock on the door.
"I'm home.", the muffled voice of Clover's uncle said.
"Okay.", she shouted back, while desperatly scrubbing her fingers. The mixture of dirt and oil sticked at the corners of her fingernails and refused to get removed. The only way Clover could cover it was black nailpolish. Also, this was the only reason why she even used any sort of make-up.
After she was finished in the bathroom, Clover went right into her room. It was a pity her uncle was already back, but at least she was able to prepare every part for tomorrow. Then she could fit them back in where they belonged and then maybe even make short test run. If her uncle was too early again, the test run would have to be delayed one day, but maybe that wasn't bad at all. According to the weather forecast, the day after tomorrow should be sunny and dry again. Clover smiled to herself. Now all she needed to do was letting time pass.

My new riddle your brain will tease
Or can you solve this one with ease?
I'm the fact you cannot deny
And no matter how hard you try
I'm always walking at your side
And find you wherever you hide.
Simply seeing me leaves a trace
I am brutal, I am full of grace
War and peace mean nothing to me
And From me you can never flee
Often wished on others instead,
I'm the one justice you do dread
For to me, you're all the same.
Now, can you guess my name?