Struck by a ******* lightning bolt:
Hope, bliss, flight, fear, loss. Pain.

All the idle bits of my soul,
Seared away.

Left behind, a mass of pristine
Longing. Hunger.  

I stare upward to the thunderclouds,
Reverent wings spread broad, and
Pray for mercy; to be set alight
Once more.

Don't cry for me; this is my
Rapture.

Don't sing for me; this is my
Doom.  

One way or the other,
I will starve no longer.