Stretched out arms in front of me I raise my pen of indignation.
Insults driven by pain and fury; I shudder over a wounded friend.
Locked inside a broken candle, my temper burns the threaded key.
Symbols light a fragile mantel, a place to share my poetry.
Underneath the starry night, I take flight with no mistake.
Bouncing off these walls of darkness I hope this dream never ends,
I hope I never wake.