This is a kind of stream of consciousness type poem that popped up with the “charging” prompt. I do love B-movies, at least the old ones, unlike Sharknado and it’s ilk. ^_^
the fuel of many science-types
for torture or for other uses,
mad scientists of different stripes
firing up their angry muses
from Dr. Frankenstein, begowned
(in turn of the century doctor fashion),
to Marty and (young) Doc Brown
using it with all compassion,
and to Star Wars Jedi forces
for good (or ill, if they are Sith)
using lightning reinforces
their strongest wills beyond their myth,
and to the strangest doctor’s lair,
test tubes bubbling, steam arising,
with someone hogtied to a chair,
plasma globes in various sizing,
all their minions ill-advising,
never, never compromising,
in the night, peasants uprising,
lightning striking, plots devising.
and no easy end surprising
anyone at all.
Prompt by Robert Lee Brewer on Poetic Asides.