An arcing bolt shoots through the sky
And raging light returns
And after that on corneas
A purple streak still burns
The power of the brilliant rays
The lightning in the cloud
Awake the soul of sunken men
And cast down all the proud
What power of man can face that thing
Of nature’s violent wrath
What aged mage of yonder years
Predicts its jagged path
But in the sky the thunder sounds
And high above the light
Of branching paths of power trails
Display an epic fight
Alone it sits in nature’s realm
The lifeblood of the storm
And it in all its majesty
I’ve seen safe in my dorm