As if it were nothing,
we barely watch the flamethrower in the sky
as the ball of fire hurtles through space,
racing across the heavens
with the power and speed of a god.
Slicing through the night
with a spear of molten lava he comes,
blindingly brilliant and raging,
terrible in his majesty,
unknown to his subjects.
no hand could stay the power unleashed,
the magnificent incineration,
witnessed on occasion, if that,
as if it were nothing.