He calls me thunder.
That my roar sends
panic to the mighty
When I strike, there
is quake among the living
That my lighting
causes tremble among the gods
That people shiver at
the thought of my name.
He called me thunder
But I never struck twice
My flash never burnt the ones I love
It rather warms them like an ember
Soothing in the early morning
harmattan.
He
sails my storm easily
Yet
he fears my wrath obviously
It
could be the echo of my blast
That
cause giants tumbling and stuttering
Signaling
to him, he’s mere mortal where I growl
Maybe,
it’s the fiery fire that sets their feet ablaze.
He
insists my voice consumes the weak
Swallows
the rustling of the impotent
My
words don’t spit threat
It
dares the monsters
It
doesn’t appease tyrant, it torments their desperation
Bashing
their might with brash bolt and brawn
Causing
their heart to leap in fear
Making
their strength fade in fright
But
in my brashness
He
says my roar is like a music to his ears
My
rumble, peaceful lullaby to his heart
Yet,
like a tornado I crushed his will to want another one
My
lighting his delight has become
My
riotous pace his pleasure
My
turbulent noise his Eldorado
He
calls me thunder and I howl in love
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