Insufferable suffering at the heart of sulphur intent.
Resolute in repetition, caustic in touch,
austere in intent;
ruffles words and mixes in ego‘s promise of absolute within.
Endless shining perfection.
Clarity personified.
Morals petrified to a solemn stone reminder of sin.
All suffer; in the dead heart
Of powers self pleasuring whim.

It's a solemn sun that sets
on your final day.
To lay forever un-awoken.
the last leaf having fallen,
a final breath spoken.

But anyway,
the suns heat remains
in photographs with
dusty frames.

The sun was there,
it will be again.
Just in a different body;
with a different name.

Fallen ashes in the wind
and rain.
But it's all a reminder
that there once was
a flame.

A solemn way that sets up
a brighter day.
For the new awoken.
As the sapling grows,
the chain; still unbroken.