To burn the skies with but a look

My wrath and vengeance could burn empires if left unchecked

It is the scorching flames that dragons bellow from their fiery guts

The merciless fury that god like creatures cast down upon the earth

Less than few can stand against the torrent of a man possessed

Even less can tame it

It is those blessed that with obsession I hunt

It is those blessed that with much regret I miss

The Price?

The creative storm is a less than forgiving mistress and rarely shows mercy, for the storm has no room for anything but the project, the mission, the act of imagination turned form. But a worse fate would be to live without the genesis spark that ignites endless ideas, for it defines us as much as much it destroys us.