Imperial Light

by John Carbone

Where the world moves, not where it waits
Where the sky is the sky, not something behind
Fiery Air ripped with Imperial Light
Flashing answers across sweeping land
To questions I still don't understand
A time to bow pride
To the Terrible, Awesome Sovereignty
That simply Is
I could not call it anger
Our anger is a bastardization
Of Mighty Love's Rage
That broke sound and shook Earth above
Our anger, the echo and tall tale of True Fury
Not a tantrum but a proclamation
Another limb of Great Silence
Another Womb of Might