The Reaper

This is not the entity that has been touted and written about since the times before tamed fire It is fire, it is malevolent and for that reason it entices me Enveloped in a shroud of rage unrelenting Uncaring in its timid posture, it sits patiently light caressing its curves like a flamenco dancer In the veins of a volcanic structure, streams of magma flow slow and serene, effortless in its fervency I see it staring back at me, and I must pay my dues for such a crime to even think I could withstand it My fingertips wavered within its presence, and yet with daring stupidity I embraced it, the entity I believe in the torments of Hell now, this is not of Earth’s soil Lightning flailed like a wailing newborn within me With every breath I took, every single one, was a step towards inevitability The bellows within my body were a searing forge, the sands of my finite years turned to glass entering my airways But oh what divine fruity ecstasy you are Gehenna, this entity that offers me spiritual sustenance in this experience of culinary S&M