Immense, unstoppable force; directed mostly downward. Accurate delivery thereof. Success – but with strife. Victory – after fear.
Time to strike, and strike hard, at whatever’s down there to do battle with. This is where magical force connects with the world. Go forth and do something, little witchling; attack the forces of the other side. (Who are the sides, anyway? And why are you taking them? Something to consider as you lay spent in the aftermath of the battle.) Bring the lens of yourself into alignment to strike with white heat of Will and maybe you’ll survive your Fall. (The moon peeps over a steeple, watching another foolish battle. Better put on a good show for her.)
Act without thinking. Do without being. Strike hard. (Hope you aimed.)