Lightning sends a shiver
  of primordial delight,
  As I contemplate the power
  in the ebony of night.
  Shattered strands of purest blue
  form fingers reaching for the earth,
  No gentle touch to be found
  amongst the dancing maelstrom.
  My mind shies away
  from the truth evading birth.
  Shimmering in the haze of pain,
  the questions are relentless.
  Am I strong enough to bend?
  To submit my strength of will?
  Or will the taste of ebony
 
 

        .....prove more compelling still