In fire I was cast
from flames I rose
my will made stronger
my head bludgeoned.
...
Thought I could belong
To the damp cold, the abyss
With chaotic comfort,
And lack of morality.
...
Here we are in the misty forest
embraced in dark,
I pause here not to rest
but to reflect on the past.
...
She perched
On a leafless twig
And settled her feathers
That the wind left ruffled.
...
On the porch
Of my palace,
Overlooking the gorge
The jovial flame dances
...
Exhausted by the fight
To put away my pride
My soul is weakened
And is tainted
...
The Traveler
In fire I was cast
from flames I rose
my will made stronger
my head bludgeoned.
Bloody, not broken I am
by the war with fate
Suffering might capture me
but never conquer.
Adversary has found me,
and shall find me always
in the highest of spirit
untainted, untamed.
Through swamps I've walked
falling and rising again
my knees made familiar
to the mire beneath.
I've been lost and lonely
in the endless marsh.
Took beating of the cold
bitter and harsh.
Land was only delayed
but never refused.
I've rested then
only to travel again,
like the giant of the ocean
that surfaces to catch a breath.