THE FINAL STORM.... (Resurrected).

Dusk is falling and the air is thick
I light a match to the candles wick
As I sit and gaze out my back door
I hear the rumbles of a thunder storm.

Dark clouds are slithering toward one another
Forming new creations...
Evolving...
Stronger.
They gather a power,
Swelling with might
Illuminated by the full moons light.

A storm is near..
And within seconds it's here...
Then I leap...
From my seat
Trembling with fear
As the crack of the light beckons
My eyes to the sight
Never have I felt
Such an intense fright.

But this thunderstorm...
Was unlike the norm
And I'm drawn
Outside...
Where I stand in awe
Amongst it all...

The heaviest rain I ever saw
The loudest of thunders
The brightest of lights
And I stare at the heavens
Where I shall remain....evermore.

Then... so suddenly,
Unlike before...
I gather my senses
Yet I am hypnotized,
As my body tenses
My surroundings have become anomalous...
In an instant...
Darkness,
Has engulfed my vision...
There is no more light..
This was natures decision.
I am no longer protected.
As I stand corrected...

My eyes dart all around...
A shape, a shadow?
Not even a sound...
Nothing.

Then an exhilarating significance
I'm not sure if I'm still alive?
My time has arrived...

And without warning
An almighty blast
Of holy light..
Consumes my past
Accompanied by a thunderous crack..!
My entire being
Has been taken back..
Swallowed whole
I am diminished
As I hear this silence.
I know I am finished.

All I hear
Is all I fear
And I am left here...
Questioning the memory
Of my mortality
In that darkness...
I realize my reality...

I am now encased
In the brightest of light
And I know,
I am no longer....here
Out of sight.

Carey Milton ©