Up In Smoke

Crackling and cackling, spectres of past and future beckon

Home, hearth whispers, caressing temples of skepticism

The drum beats loudly against the ribs of brush and bone

A shaking hand scratches names on the flesh of paper

A smoke filled breath frozen in fear

The flames now lick, teasing submission

Blood shed in ink tossed as if bidden

Released like a dam upon a bonfire of regret

Years of yesterdays devoured in a second of surrender

Where once was fear, passion burns perfect present

The fleshy feathers of falsehood, scorched away

One now stands, where two erupted entwined

One will fly, where chains can no longer bind

In the smoke and ash, the Phoenix will arise

“She’s going to change the world, but she can’t…change…me” ~Chris Cornell

 

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