The Pyre's Light

"The Pyre's Light"
2014

Seething still, with blissful rage. 
Dying to unleash upon the world,
a beast, from its' most impressive cage.
Like Tartarus, or Pandora's Box of lore. 
Something that has held the worst at bay,
for what seems like forevermore.
It is, within.
Swirling like a tornado upon the greenest plain.
Or a tsunami crashing down upon a beach,
that we shall never see again.
To hold this all inside,
must to some, be labeled as a win.
But not to me.
Not to the one whose eyes are filled with a color not often seen.
While suffocating tears,
as if they were the remnants of some little childish dream.
The sign of innocence dying.
In a world it wasn't bred to survive.
But allow this shattered visage,
to combine with the ashes of a facade.
Mold them both into a pillar.
So that i may stand on it,
as you worship what has now become more than what was.
It is, what is.
And what it shall be, is everlasting.
For you see, for years i was made to wait.
To embrace a not so gentle fasting.
A victim of a foolish belief, and nature's bitter casting.
But now, you ALL, must embrace he, who you have helped to make.
And shudder at the thought,
that what you've held dear, is now his to take.
Virgins and whores.
Sinners and saints alike.
You have made the fire burn.
So now you must shine in the pyre's light.