Genesis

the Silence hums a tune

upon the night breeze

as a creature of dark force stirs within my being.

A pulsing ember of orange-red glows betwix my fingers.

and varied thoughts in wavering wonder pass in cheerful linger.

all is calm.

but then the Being inside my being rises in majestic form.

graceful beauty, the colour of white light proceeds the fearsome

storm.

and those that remember, cherish forever,

the ever silent plains,

as one Being dies, its last cries,

of legendary hunger pains.

now out of the carcass of burning ashes,

a figure slowly rises.

evolving steps, the fire leaps to claim the heavenly skies.

and then the cry, never to be forgotten,

the announcing of insanitys Savior.

my depicted fate,

each time i pour my heart through ink on paper.