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 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.