It’s been some long few days, with darkened skies
The sun and his colors doth not shine.
He has fallen, and burst, into a fiery blaze,
Purging all that was before and laying ash over sown crops
Stone giants now stand tall, shielding the fire gods’ rage,
I look up to them and inspire the radioactive air under their stalwart’s gaze,
The casted shadow now spreads and cutting cold now settles,
As the flames subside and a new frost strengthens the scaffolding of the future.
I keep the moon of soot under my frenzied eyes and raise a new temple,
Of a new fire god, one that might wash ancient and blackened soot
And cleanse the world of such cold and think beyond oneself,
So that hearts can rest easy…
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
It’s been some long few days, with darkened skies
The sun and his colors doth not shine.
He has fallen, and burst, into a fiery blaze,
Purging all that was before and laying ash over sown crops
Stone giants now stand tall, shielding the fire gods’ rage,
I look up to them and inspire the radioactive air under their stalwart’s gaze,
The casted shadow now spreads and cutting cold now settles,
As the flames subside and a new frost strengthens the scaffolding of the future.
I keep the moon of soot under my frenzied eyes and raise a new temple,
Of a new fire god, one that might wash ancient and blackened soot
And cleanse the world of such cold and think beyond oneself,
So that hearts can rest easy…
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