The sycamore tree

Stabbed by lightning,

the evening bleeds of light

and voltaic arches

contorted in zip-zags

of progressive,

terrifying trajectory

that threatens

the passive land

and the livid sky above.

The final spark

ignites the darkness.

Sudden torching of heaven.

Sordid raping of the earth below.

Acrid smoke, embers and ashes...

The sycamore tree

is no more.