Fifty thousand degrees
That is lightings temperature
Fifty thousand degrees strike the ground
leave nothing and take everything
Worlds shatter
mighty evergreen set aflame
Turned into nothing
Dust, ash, smoke
but it meets water?
When it meets water, it has met its match
It is conducted beautifully
dances gracefully across Swan Lake
Once elegant water now dangerous
Soft streams to thrashing waves
Water alone is peace
lighting alone is destruction
When they meet though
It is a delightful match
Whether it was made in heaven or hell
untelling
anything alive touching it is surely harmed
thrilling
My heart pounds
I step into Swan Lake