Vitavolt

The dragon claw strikes down, across, a bol⇓,

Barbarity of breaking.  It is Zs

In downward thruzt, a death az draztic jol⇓.

It never ⚡i n g ⚡ an upward force.  To seiZe

With violence is lightning’s point, its one

And only aim.  Though brozen in its shape,

Its aim is sure, a broZen shaft, to stun,

An arrow made of anglez in a rape.

This does not mean that life is fleeting.  Crash

Of tons of powerrrrr, more than arrowhead,

It shouts Enlightenment, that life is brash,

That life’s large Bash — and not a ‖arrow dread.

  Life always Ṷpward pushes, not like that

    Harsh horror.  Life spreads more, one widening s-p-l-a-t.