Ode to the Thunder



My dark thunder, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you roar, shout and run,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the stark burp gun.

Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more scary, terrorfying and strong.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the violent huang.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your frightening claws, teeth and eyes.
Thinking of your lightning teeth fills my days.
My hate for you is the wrong enterprise.

Now I must away with a wary heart,
Remember my dual words whilst we're apart.