Voice

Destruction

Electricity raced along his skin
Little bolts escaped and struck
Those who were too near
His eyes were pupils
As he gazed over them
They were sheep
And useless now
Feeling his wrath
Circulating just below the surface
Searching for a crevice
A weakness
To escape
Smiling as they cowered
He drew back the floodgates
And looked to the sky
As the screams started