Flight of the cicada

Long night of storm afoot,
a lone cicada on its wings,
dodging the dropping shells of rain,
Braving out to reach the light.

On this quest right from dusk,
there and back it has always been,
only in myths the adventures and risks.
Oh no, not so today,the peril's not the same.

Dim or bright its existed forever,
too faint for the day yet its there,
all this for the light its defenitely worth,
push against odds the cicada will tonight.

The light now seems to go blur,
as a flash floods the sky now,
there's a glow so bright all around,
destiny the cicada feels fulfilled.

A searing pain now fills it through,
burning, it can now feel the light.
To ashes in less than a moment,
it dies quick in a bolt of thunder.

So wrong the cicada has been,
the glow is not of light but the bolt.
It goal still shines from afar,
atleast satiated as it perished.