[December 21, 2016]

He stands within the darkness of the decaying storm
Feeling the raw power of nature as it devours his form
He is a frozen statue, bound to a world of broken force
The crimes of humanity lie before him like shattered quartz

An exposed society hangs beneath dripping despair
Corruption and greed lead people with a hungering stare
Grinding their freedom and dreams into a hopeless dust
The tyrannical power is resented with a merciless disgust

With renewed vigor, the clouds burst into an explosive frenzy
Frozen swords slice the air with an unstoppable frigid intensity
He erupts with brilliance, a savior hidden behind distraught calamity
Each step an earthquake, his breath a hurricane, he bends gravity

Within his hands he holds balance, an undeniable force of power
His anger turns to vengeance, for the king who rules like a coward
His voice booms throughout the kingdom, a challenge mightier than thunder
The people watch in awe as a man stands before the king outnumbered

With a flick of his wrist, the battle is balanced
The king watches in horror, as his army is silenced
The storm surrounds the battlefield, consuming the two men
Blade meets blade as they charge each other time and again

Tornadoes rip apart the landscape, as the battle is fought
Sweat rolls from their bodies, as the world turns to frost
With each blow, the castles crumble, impenetrable walls decay
The people watch helpless as their power takes everything away

With a tremendous shout lightning explodes from the desolate sky
Striking the barren landscape where the kingdom used to reside
The inexplicable horrors of war naught but a fantasy come alive
The corrupt king drops to his knees, beaten and ready to die

A man of hatred and revenge stands victorious above the defeated king
The king grovels and whimpers, pleads for his life upon the brink
With a murderous gaze, he stabs the king through his shallow heart
He names himself the new king and the cycle of power restarts