Path of the Lightning Caster - Lex Plexus and Nix Nihil
lyrics by Nix Nihil

Introductory Excerpt:
Raising the staff up to the cowering sun, the caster blocks what light remains as the last patch of open sky is swallowed up by heavy grey clouds. Rippling disruptions emerge at the vectors of the impending lightning chain manifestation. The caster leaps forward, self-righting into perfect balance, jabbing the staff forward into the horizon, rending the sky with a pillar of jagged light. The heavens groan and crack; the world momentarily flickers as the inevitable thunder chases its luminous counterpart across the sky.

Lyrics:
Crash, split, return
Flash, strike, illuminate

I am the invoker of the ion air
I am the provoker of celestial flairs
I am the beholder of the storm’s eye
I am the consoler of the crying sky
Humanity calls me a shadow-sweeper
A wind-walker, a promise-keeper—
A grinning reaper, a master blaster,
As they behold the lightning caster!

Crash, split, return
Flash, strike, illuminate

The mounting excitement vibrates
unceasing movements of time and space
The shifting through the phases
Disintegrating, reintegrating
Reveling in the rearranging
A zillion different configurations
all at the same time forever and never
always and already, and ever after

An imperative was issued across the aeons
Resonating with the concentrated vibrations
Executed through a living conduit
Blasting to infinity light years in the distance
An ancient star acknowledges
Explodes in recognition of this covenant
The caster now concludes the chant
A wordless murmuring of assent

Crash, split, return
Flash, strike, illuminate
Crash, split, return
Light the path of the lightning-caster

The caster casts the runic staff,
spinning it overhead in a flash
bathing in an electric wind
scraping a sphere of ectoplasm

a steady beat emerges
driving like the engine of a
grand locomotive
immutable rhythm of the universe
rending the sky with a pillar of light
Humanity calls me a shadow-sweeper
A wind-walker, a promise-keeper
A grinning reaper, a master blaster,
As they behold the lightning caster!


Concluding Excerpt:
The caster, standing stone-still with bent knees, raised head, and extended arms, bows while the pouring rain and the jubilant voices ring true. The caster drinks in these surroundings, beholding everything while all visions crackle back into fractals, all air surges back into lungs, and all jarred consciousness rediscovers physical form as intense sensory stimuli saturates all receptors. Panting with satisfaction, the caster observes a moment of gratitude before rejoining the tribe with a smile, returning to the mundane.