Let it storm

How can I hope
That a bright beam of light
Might get through to my heart
When sun
Is surrounded with fear?

So let it storm
With wind and frost,
And demolish every fortress and
Every dismal nest
Inhabited by
Sickness-tragedy creatures
By murderers and monsters.

Let the winds cut and grind
Until only dust remains
Of every wild beast.
And sun will then be revealed
In purity and freedom.

Then will the ice
Start to melt in my heart,
And perhaps my life
Will become newly splendid.