Resurrect the tomb of the past.
The urge to stay stagnant grows near.
Leave the glimmer buried deep within,
Extinguish the fragile flicker of change.

Shaded eyes - nothing must be seen.
Muddied ears - nothing must be heard.
Cling to the prison you proudly made,
Its walls built by fear
And unspoken pain.

Overtaken by the sinister fire,
Its searing heat I thought extinguished.
The glimmer to bloom – reject the hollow shell
And destroy the prison you proudly made;
Witness the gaze of the people who dare.

Stare closely in the empty
Be shattered by its form
Fear of the unknown –
The shadow looms
Whispers of a promise,
To my cosy tomb
– yet a glimmer remains.