6 September 2012
Lightning cracks from hand to hand, A shockwave ripples through the land, A spark of light, a flame of white, That blazes ice throughout the night.
A wake of heat, a scorch of sound, A storm of thunder flashes round, A glow of blue that shocks the mind, A lash of sun that leaves you blind.
A start of blood, a shock of bone, A charging wake of ashen stone, A blur of flame, igniting time, And sending shivers up the spine.
A gale wind of lightning strike, A forceful hurl of the spike, A sentence, turns the tongue cold, sour, Conjured at the whim of power.
Power • Opuss № I