Archived: Power – Eliza Bratt (freshmen)


The power surges through my veins
It’s not something I can control
It sparks and pulls
My hands unfold
I shed upon the world below
The worlds destruction, I cannot hold
This lightning in my soul
Cities fall, towers topple,
All structures fell, in the valley bowl
And through the ashes, I doth stroll
Blackened bodies litter the earth
And hands extended, reach out.