can you feel it in the air?
A prickle on the neck, a rise of the hair
Static crackles from your skin
Your organs start to boil within
A searing light begins to blaze
And burns away your startled gaze
Your hair ignites with bright blue flame
You won't insult the Gods again

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 251 AF.