Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn Frozen, in a darkened moments cold, preserving, youth denied its growing old, flames that severed psyches cord arson at the hands of those who “serve the lord”. Living in an ice block embered hate all that might have been numbly laid waste locked both in and outside of the gate homeless amid the “keepers of the faith”. Deafened by the pealing of the bells sentencing a child to lifeless hells, carrying the weight of sinner’s sin because they told him it belonged to him. Embers, that were tended, fueled with rage warming, ever slowly, livings flame refusing to be locked in clerics cage torching the lie “I was to blame”. 8/14/2014 For Gail Angel Doyle contest Where Frozen Embers Still Burn