Dance Of Dire Dreams Poem by MichaelFrancis Heineman

Intensity filled the dire skies
As bronze clouds wisped empty
Rendered so useless was his outside,
But inside a fire burned.
Encircled were dreams
Encased was a fury
Within his chest it was felt
Deep and deeper
The flames of hope drift into smother
Rise up must his passion
Flare until free
Aggravation will unsheathe a covet
Surrender no more
He will laugh in the face of panic
He will burn the eyes of dread
Unleashed will be a light
Its brightness will blind worry
Fear dare not tempt such sensation
Away fulfillment will fly
Never again conflicted