Temple Draven

To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

Though the storm rages, the sacred eye of the storm shines through. It's rage paired with fury often times appears destructive, but those that fight through that storm, those that live to see it's beauty in chaos, those that survive with scars no tongue could ever bare, there in honor and Blood, stands a Draven.