And hold back that lightning
Before it disappears!
If I were king.
If I had the skill.
I'd cradle its prehensile flicker
And marvel as it tickled
All my fingers.
If I had the skill
To serve my will.
Could I dance the same arcane steps
The light dances in its power
Across the storms?
If I knew how
I wouldn't be here now.
The terpsichorean arts,
I fear, failed me entirely.
Black days lengthen,
And moonless nights
Grow in proportion.
Mastery of all I see;
Master of masks am I,
On those moonless nights.
Truth and death follow after
As I walk backwards.
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