Darkness falls upon my skin
Bright as a dimming ember.
Fire rose up, trapping me in
Dark as a bright shining star;
But I no longer remember
When blood and fire mixed and bended my being;
Mended they never were, my cure they were seeing
As I was shredded and torn
Stained by the blood of a raging thorn.
These scars have never disappeared so far.
Enclosed, forsaken, that is to be--my destiny.
Torturous fire and blood created me,
Now never will be known my raptured passion,
As one taught me in a treacherous session
A horrible lesson, now I give to you
What was once my due
As the flames rise higher.
For a question I no longer remember
For once I was too late, and dire
And fade like a dying ember.
Copyright © Jamie Adkins | Year Posted 2005
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