The Lighter of Kindling
With your physique you stand tall and proud,
Your muscles gleaming and glistening.
But it’s always the largest to be struck down,
By that force of nature, lightning.
Red lines, stretch marks,
Appear as your body reconfigures.
Now your trunk is rough like bark,
Traced over with lichtenburg figures.
Across your skin branching like a tree,
Disguised as an arboreal tattoo.
You know it is a key,
To a power that glows Electric blue.
When it courses through you with voltage,
It’ll bequeath you a mighty strength.
Burning through your body in rage,
To pay you’ll go to any length.
Those it touches become like kings.
Shining bright but ultimately put to shame,
For it’ll burn within you, The Lighter of Kindling.