Oct 2014
I am the rumbling of the thunder,
I roar,
I rest.
I feel my power coarse through my fibers.
I crack,
I jest.
None can silence my noble roar,
not the poacher,
not the muzzle,
nor even God.
I rumble and shake.
I make all quake.
I am here for a moment,
I fade and fault you.
The king's throne is more mortal,
Than its scepter-wielding ruler.
For he shall also perish as the thunder.
Alas,
No faster than his roar and the might of his throne.
I roar,
I rest.
I feel my power coarse through my fibers.
I crack,
I jest.
None can silence my noble roar,
not the poacher,
not the muzzle,
nor even God.
I rumble and shake.
I make all quake.
I am here for a moment,
I fade and fault you.
The king's throne is more mortal,
Than its scepter-wielding ruler.
For he shall also perish as the thunder.
Alas,
No faster than his roar and the might of his throne.
This poem came about when I came out of a dark time, I began to realize that I'm not the most mortal thing I know. Power, love, lust, greed. All of them will be buried before I am in the grave myself.
