Figure C6 LIGHTNING
Brazen the gate to Lightning’s airy room
Northwest it faces, son of Air and Fire.
Amber and glass reflect the ruddy gloom
Webbed with divers strands of copper wire.
Sparks leap and crackle skywards in a gyre,
Conducting waves borne upon Aether’s wing:
The music of a vast celestial choir.
A million voices mutter, cry and sing,
And our rebellious garments to our members cling.