It is an unusual existence.

No form, no voice, no thoughts,

Yet it has power…

It is power.

A power far greater than anything man or nature can devise.

Some think to toy with it,

To harness it to their will,

It will not be held.

It is wild, unpredictable, violent, and cruel

It tears apart souls and destroys kingdoms,

A double-edged sword in a jeweled sheath.

Yet that is not all it is.

Every storm has a calm,

While it rends hearts,

It sews them back together.

Out of shattered glass it creates

A masterpiece.

Like a skilled craftsman working a fire,

It refines that which it has broken.

Through pain, tears and trials it creates something wonderful.

It has been taken too lightly for too long,

“Just a word, simply a feeling.”

It was there in the beginning

And in the end it shall overcome.

It will destroy every obstacle in its path,

Nothing will stop it.

It will conquer the universe and then,

Only then will it truly began.