Nemesis,

dark-haired as storm clouds,

arriving on lightning,

remind me of myself.

Today, perhaps,

I stride as a god.

Tomorrow, perhaps,

I conquer the mountains.

Nemesis,

undulating across the horizon,

restore me to the world,

recall me to where I stand.

Yesterday, a grave.

Today, your lightning.

Tomorrow, a wild ocean.

Nemesis,

cruel only to the inattentive,

retune me to love.