From afar, it is more likely to leave someone awestricken.
Like the crack of a whip,
Its mighty roar is heard from miles away.
The majestic vivid purple clothed in dark clouds
Appearing for a fraction of a second and disappearing
Without a trace.
The dark horse of the sky,
Powerful enough to claim a soul.
Sharp and jagged like a menacing glare.
Down comes Zeus’ signature weapon,
A warning to the mortals
Out in the middle of nowhere.