Stress unbolted with a single strike,
Showing the will of every man's spite.
Light racing across the darkened sky,
As quick as it comes, it has to say goodbye.
Sullen emotion, taking its rage,
Like freeing an animal from its confined cage.
Though I may never hold it
I will always know,
The strike.
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