Thunder Song
Song from the anger of Zeus,
the God of Thunder in the skies,
song from his colossal krotalas,
crackling thunder from embattled castonets,
booming rhapsodies of the strident giants,
echoes of the clamor in the Universe
when the Earth was born,
triple fortissimo pounding of the mallets
on the battle beaten tympanis
from the disciples of Zeus in the clouds,
song of Satan in defiance of the tranquil Earth
in a heated battle of dominance over the skies,
rolling blackened clouds
in their nervous twisting,
crackling sparks from the wheels of
steel upon steel on the rails of the currents,
twisted songs from the maze of anxiety,
angry currents running wild
with no destination in mind,
banging on kettle drums with their heavy mallets,
lashing the pure air with their demonic whips,
cracking the clouds with their sledge-hammers,
banging on the door of the tornadic beasts,
coming inside and mingling with them,
eating at their tables and collaborating with them,
composing the grand finale to their song,
unleashing a crackling that reaches to
the ends of the Universe,
that wakes up the dead to rise again,
reaching into the catacombs
and rousting them from their tombs
with their fortissimo sounding,
O sweet song from the mallets of Zeus
who sings his song when the turbulence
of the savage skies tells him to do so;
o sweet song, o tornadic song.
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