Northern King

From the north the air gets dense The power of surreally awe inspiring is immense The visage of devil himself is positioned in thunder as clouds condense The feeling of dread accompanying increase of force is intense The zenith like dark sun rising In thunder is the majesty of mysterious king Absolute is the distance where shadows sing The benign is the power now that dread is fading The power increases as eons future and past Creating the power that for eons will last Its own temporal shadow they will cast Lightning crosses the distance with mesmerizingly powerful blast The soul swims in beyond continuum force The thunder is just the base of course This by non specified yet increasing by its own momentum force Is divine choirs that soprano singing muse will endorse