Smothered With Poetry Poem by Lazarus Knix

This,
Is my revenge.
Blaze held
In a wax
Crimson candle
Of time and torture.

Long I stared
Into the flare,
Lit not by
My will
(but by another)
Yet retained by
My will,
(And no other)
But I,
I see a mirror
When I,
Inspect
The inferno
With my naked eye.

It reflects hate,
The wrenching of
A hawks wings,
The salting of
A sharks gills,
The burning of
A winter birch.
Yet all of
These visions retreat in
Smoke,
Dissipating to nothing.

Wax dwindles downwards-
Worthlessly washed beneath
The blaze of hate-
Time melts slowly-
And wrath is long,
(If one allows it to be)
Yet wisdom strong,
(When given opportunity)
Then, Suddenly-
Pffft, Ember, Smoke, Ash, Annihilation!
I have smothered it with-
Poetry.