Gentle Lightning

Alright Protagonize poets! Let's play! Can you guess what this is?

It is gentle lightning,

a quiet brush with death,

when you learn everything,

and lose more than your breath.

It has no set color,

or meditated form.

With time it gets duller,

but the mem'ry stays warm.

You can never practice

until you have performed.

The actor and actress

must partake unwarned.

It cannot be binding,

though some wish it was.

It may lead to finding

long delight in its buzz.

The End

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