The Lighting Rod
Who dares the Norse god’s power with metal spires on high
Direct the flashes in the sky
What once would burn stone to the ground
Is now tamed and transfered down
The metal points save for all
Which otherwise brings blackness to the shawl
Power is mighty for a instance in time
Noise a-shudder cancels out the rythme
A flash of light
Roar of the night
Harmless is now
Tower hit and wetted brow
Silence does return again
Sweet lighting no longer a bane
