Thunderstruck

He thought himself high,
And mightier, even than the sun.
Higher than clouds, and the little bird
that soars in the sky.

So he sought riches,
He sought fame, and glory.
He pushed aside the meek,
He found the poor disgusting.

He reached for the powers
Of one who had forbidden it.
He demanded they be given to him,
So he could do what he pleased.

But he was denied.

Rage surged in his heart,
A flame that could not be put out.
Who had the nerve
To refuse him?

So he reached for the powers
Of one who would give him everything,
and yet nothing.
And they were given to him.

He trampled on all,
Yet bothered none.
He struck down the brave,
And the mighty.

But the power from on high
Took his powers away,
And subjected him to those
He had lashed, and spat upon.

He had been... THUNDERSTRUCK.