A power prompted, a hammer swings,
A coil strikes like a match, agitating a flicker,
A burst of dynamism, kindling of fervor,
Swift expansion, as adrenaline burns,
Isolated fury, with no aperture for relief,
Pressure for freedom, a miniscule brute runs,
Immutable plans launched, ruination inescapable,
Velocity augmenting, blood rushes like lead,
The crack of thunder, a missionary departed,
Destiny and doom controlled by a mortal spirit,
A rise of rage flies, thrill fills the heart,
And then, contact is made,
A soul lies slaughtered, smoking gun left standing,
A world to come, cut short,
By fate controlled in one man's hand.
For an October goal of writing one project every day.
10/8 Theme: Weapon
