from on stage, the plage

08.25 static
they all needed you
to protect them from the flames
you–you, a lightning rod
but you’ve decided to go back
past the deep green seas
to wade in waters and waves
unknown

now the terror
strikes without warning
or discrimination
it looms over the land,
a silent menace
imposing
until
a flash of light
comes in the night
and brings with it
the ruin of a city

why did you choose me
then and not now
I may not be who I was
but I’ve always been who I am