Lightning Lord

Fertile and lush is southern path But to the north vegetation is scarce And seen is eerie The air there grows dense and heavy Everything is covered by eerie mist Only one solitary tower stands Last bastion of protection against forces from outside Before the fires of hell As the air thickens Lightning unimaginable distance transverses It is the dark lord himself The lightning is his vehicle The very soul trembles With the rest of the world Deeper then nirvana is his countenance Visage that is immortal and omnipotent But something more positive is in the tempest Something sublime The light at the end of the tunnel This power grows through Planets shape destiny In that lies their majesty What destiny would be? If the tempest of lightning lord at the base of alignment would be