My Poetry and the Like

The Footsteps of my Storm (not exactly a poem)

With every tremendous step, the snap of banging thunder ricocheted throughout the charred clouds.
With the stars as my only twinkling audience, I let loose my blazing blade of immaculate light that split the heavens with one crackling sweep.
My wolves howled the winds of the night creating such a gale the very trees shook with the terror that ripped through my constricted chest.
A tight and stretched grin held my laughing face in a visage of a cackling statue.
The diamond droplets pounded onto the dewy ground beneath my enlightened feet.
With greedy eyes, I stared down upon the quavering earth and felt the power of my storm buzz through my stretched fingers.
My wolves ran unleashed dragging the clouds behind their fast paws and I laughed as the rain pounded my face and the lightning lit up the blackened night.