Storm-born

Lightning arch across the vast black canvass above,
tearing it apart with violent light.
Thunder crashes,
loud chaos reverberating through the body.
The static is in the air,
a prickling undertone ~
to gale winds and vicious rain.

Insignificant in the face of such power.
Overwhelmed, overwared,
Washed away until nothing,
but pure, primal instinct takes over.
Adrenaline high.

Storm-born.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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