Lightning of Life

Lightning has struck once, cracking my shell

It has struck again, Knocking me down.

On its strike of thrice, it will do me well,

But its fourth strike will steal my soul. . .

Take me straight through Hell,

yet suffice to let me live through the Horror.

The fifth strike will be done, by myself

Taking me and all others with,

Down to the deep,

Never to surface.



© Copyright 1989
by Michael Bethea