Fight

There are moments in a lifetime,
lurid shafts that fly,
when the storm-god's loosened arrows
flash across the sky.
Moments crammed with revelation in their all revealing hues,
piercing unsuspecting armour,
and the false we thought as true.
Flashes of the visions splendid,
longed-for, and at last revealed
and we know the fight is worth it, though we perish in the field.
There are moments in a lifetime,
fraught with such immensity
they are plucked from time's frail fingers,
destined for eternity.

The Warrior of Light