Reflections

Reflections I am cold as wintered stone. The whole of Earth I call my home. In every city, I am there, Beneath your sweetened human air. In your sorrows I do swim, As I rejoice within your sin, But to the surface I do fly, When chance I get to curse the sky. I am the darkness in your soul The demons born of human mold I am the reason good-guys die, Churches burn, and babies cry. I offer you both blood and fire The darkest depths of man's desire Tangled flesh, hot or cold Rendered only to the bold Look to me and offer praise For I enrich your routine days Who am I, you may ask The true face held behind the mask Am I your God for all his wrath, Or some devil let loose upon your path? - Evil is born the same as men, to search for me look within