I feel the tension

Listen to the lashing rain,
The storm against the window,
The flurrying leaves, greens and yellows and browns,
Brace yourself o man,
There is power in the darkness,
Fear of the unknown,
The yawning chasm hidden in the shadows,
Senses sharp as knives,
Gray the dawn of awakening,
Blank and boring the known,
Death the source of life,
Life the source of death,
Chaos and order mere reflections,
But the mirror all will fade.