Lightning flashes,
bolts of brilliant white
cross darkened skies.
Heavens billow
in electric dancing pulses,
strobing endless.
How beautiful
you are, a musing question
without a mark.
’til word passes
down through echoing winds; your tale
of destruction.
Whispered screams thrive
on the torment you had in mind
for true beauty.
Struck down by you
left strewn-out behind; lifeless
a star explodes.
Discarded now,
such selective strike, changing all
in an instant.
Beauty laid bare,
despair, now in supreme energy’s care
one fateful night.
MT
Wonderful, Mark. Vivid imagery and depth. 🙏🏼
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Thanks Em. Busy week! Hope all is well
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Breathtaking imagery in this!
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