I am the bolt of lightning,
Shocking, fast, and gone in an instant.
I create a smoking crater,
But of who left it I leave no hint.
I am the stormy ocean,
Raging, shining, and consuming all I see.
I sink the biggest ships,
Even those that belong to me.
I am the void of space,
Crushing, lifeless, and full of infinite darkness.
I destroy all of the explorers,
Who bring lights to fight the starkness.
I am the harrowing wind,
Cold, stale, and cutting through it all.
I slice open my own life,
And through the darkness I will fall.
I am the broken stone,
Cracked, weak, and with my pieces strewn about.
I try to support others,
But my foundation is one to doubt.
I am the dirge of sorrow,
Slow, mourning, and always found alone.
I care so deeply for people,
Who leave me on my painful throne.
I am the struggling Earth,
Near, far, and warmed by the sun.
But one day the sun will burn out,
And I’ll be left with no one.