Lightning Strike


Clouds pregnant with rain.

Luna dressed in satin robes of cloud,

Hiding in the depths of the night sky.


Zeus threw his mighty bolt.

The world was seen in a moment's brightness –

A god's game,

A king's battle,

A mortal's death.


Gold-gilded thrones,

Mud-coated soldiers,

Blood-soaked fields.


Luna's lost innocence,

Clouds torn away –

Opened by the winds –

Rain pouring down.


Zeus screamed thunderously.

The screams of Luna,

The screams of kings,

The screams of mortals.


The night was vicious and violent,

Clouds empty of their children,

A realm of striking stillness.


~ Pepper