18 November 2012
He'd heard of such a place
His journey had been long
Effort etched upon his face
He'd grown sick within himself
And too accustomed to the pain
The race from which he came
Truly deserved the lightning's rain
He'd packed the smallest bag
Filled with everything he'd need
A bottle filled with water
And some bread on which to feed
The journey to the lightning
Was even harder than he thought
His bag was soon diminished
But survival he'd been taught
His destination's path
Lay upon a crystal stream
And there each night he'd lay
To replenish and to dream
Of a world he once remembered
A world of kind and light
Beautiful and tender
'Til its leaders began to fight
As the blue and white and green
Quickly turned to black and grey
There was no use in hoping
It was futile to pray
His body bruised and broken
He reached the mountain top
Where the lighting was made
And he began to sag and drop
Gentle voices on the wind
Softly said what he must do
Become one with the lightning
For we know your aim is true
His strength returned to him
And with his spirit surging back
He peered over the precipice
Unto the world, so black
He raised his strong arms skywards
And it touched his fingertips
It took his entire body
His last word escaped his lips
This superhuman task
Predetermined since his birth
He simply took his aim
And descended to the Earth
And now his final word
Seems to echo from above
As the Earth was charged
His simple word was 'love...'
Where The Lightning's Made • Opuss № I