Lightning Strike Lightning

Silence, thunder, awe, and fear. I'm a aspect of nature. Striped of my name to be the servant of a storm. Immortality I was told would come with the clones. Like lightning I lead and follow. Gifted with power over my raw regalia in deep needs to act upon my own likeness.

I see false claims among the stars, like a name, being attached to what others honor. Claims' which blindly misunderstand how a name does not honor toward the namied. I speak of self destruction and extortion. Spoken, then I'll allow the vague concept fade. Placed as a gift for those with the will to notice its meaning and take it.

In my presense bravado is shamed within and without. Escaping the sickening thought that any title holds worth beyond what is maintained to give it value.