Storm

The dark storms of life hung heavy this night.
The clashing forces of lightning,
The fighting forces and bang of thunder.
The gods' anger burned a white-hot tonight,
The color of his ashen face.
He had been caught,
And there was no escaping the gods' wrath this day.
In a last chance to appeal for angering him who sat in the sky,
He appeared before the clouds.
Uttering the first word, "forgiv…"
Before the lightning struck him dead.
Piles of ashes were then blown away by the winds,
But the gods were still not yet appeased.