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Farasha Euker

Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising thro’ the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.

Alfred Tennyson, “Locksley Hall”
When I was younger and
I looked up to the skies,
I would see a host of
beautiful, floating, fluttering
but now the skies are empty,
as if lightning bugs
have died,
and this realization
wounds me to my core,
and makes me want to cry.
But now the crying is done,
and I feel rage in my chest,
so I channel Thor, god of
thunder and lightning (bugs),
and I rain down horrible
hellfire on all humanity,
then risen from the ashes,
like a phoenix,
long after our demise,
the world is once again
filled with
beautiful, floating, fluttering