The Most Beautiful Storm

The Most Beautiful Storm

Awoken from a dream
to a deep red sky
like blood cracked with thunder.
Tired from long life
it stirred me as I watched the lightning
a weak spark amongst the dead.
A flutter, like a bird rose
struggling to take wing
within the rain.
A pounding within my heart
gave way to a burning desire to live
if only to see it through.
The crack of the thunder
began to match my heartbeat
as if to make me the storm.
Overwhelming it was
to be so close to such power
Free and unbound to the world
Away from the struggle induced by man
To let chaos reign
if only for the split second of bolt of lightning
For it was...
the most beautiful Storm.