Prologue
Flashes of a luminous glow
Swims like a Borealis across the sky.
The cold compelling breeze
Soothes my clammy skin.
A quiet rumbling,
Like the growl of angry hell hounds,
Anticipates the coming
Storm
The sky unleashes electric snakes
As the wind rips through houses and trees.
Sweeping rain impinges upon the earth,
Scrubbing the night clean
To claps of deafening thunder.
I stand, insignificant as a leaf,
And watch in awe
Of Divinity
Even as temple bells are chiming,
God has long left the altar to take a breath;
And in the wake of this night's monster
All is silent and dead.
It is strange
How such destruction calms my soul
And makes a hard atheist like me,
Hope.