[Poem] Power

 

In realms of darkness, light's first spark,

A flicker in the cosmic ark,

Power awakened, fierce and grand,

Shaping worlds with an unseen hand.

 

Like rivers carving through the land,

Or storms that rage across the sand,

Power's touch, both bold and meek,

Can build or shatter, strong or weak.

 

It courses through the veins of time,

In ancient myths, in epics' rhyme,

In heroes' deeds, in villains' schemes,

Power's essence, a world of dreams.

 

It's the warrior's sword, the sage's scroll,

The healer's touch, the artist's soul,

The inventor's spark, the teacher's guide,

Power's essence, a flowing tide.

 

Yet in its wake, a trail of might, 

A force that can be both dark and bright,

A tyrant's reign, a rebel's cry,

Power's duality, a haunting sigh.

 

For power's true measure lies within,

Not in the throne, nor in the din,

But in the heart, where compassion resides,

Where empathy and kindness abide.

 

Oh, power, guide our spirits high,

Let love and justice be our guide,

With gentle hands, with humble hearts,

May power lead us where goodness starts.