Survival

It was a dark and stormy night, of course
Heavy rain, strong winds
Threatening destruction
A storm I could not have imagined
Threatening my existence

I search for something to combat the danger
I am alone with nothing but tangible matter,
A stranger to me
How do I fight such an impending force?
Such an intruding peril

Quickly searching
No solution apparent
My mind quickly engages the present
What choices for survival, this peril?

Without tangible evidence
I thrust myself into Super Mode
To defend my treasures to the death
Of no thought that death will occur