Light brings a spectrum of violence
Prismatic, riotous, echoes through silence
Amidst sheer cliffs of awe are captured
Paths to anger through the fracture
Constructed to constrain connection.
Fake assailants, fake protection.
Treasure, pleasure, joy, and glut
Given forth, ever enough
Of cold rock and logic it was raised,
Electric knowledge, worshiped, praised.
Your change, doubt, failure, lies,
I’ve rearranged and utilized,
Sat and conquered all your crimes,
For I am Fear personified.
Left to brood and birth and bloom
Dread’s creations ever loom
At the edge of the bubbling plains of fear
lies a tower,
a warning to those who draw near
Of sand and heat, of air and bone,
the source from which the deserts grown.
In the path to satisfaction
stands a towering totem,
in its eyes blaze obsession.
Chaos wove its way to my core,
a gate to the broken,
to madness itself
Before me a glittering monument,
eyes weighing my worth
in the face of death
Each conclusion a building block
to some unknowable truth,
a gate to the ultimate answer.
I bathed in the calm
brilliance of the infinite,
too fearful to enter the gate
A spire driven up from soil
imbued with lifeblood; worth and toil,
given forth in oily drench,
with mirth entrenched by mortal coil
Eras wrenching ice and stone,
drawn to power deep within,
shelter yet the never known,
quench and bind what’s always been
On shining towers, strong, secure,
they held their riches, watched us burn.
Where light and river bubble down walls,
there, guardians rise subtle, proud, and tall
From the darkness coalesced,
roots of light, strong and fresh.
Forged a ward against the well
of murky chaos wrought with ire
Mired deep within my will
an inner shell is still required
Ablate my form with icy ink
starkly lit by sparked desire
Prior placed upon the brink
warm embrace will sync us higher
Matter rooted, sane and clear,
firm in muted fate/
Patterns spun from cracks are
forming near unsated gates/
Boundless halls, crooning darkened
frames begin to spill/
Ejected bones no longer cling
to fabric of your will/
Structures busted, one entrusts
the answers to instill/
But knowing truth is paid with fear,
unfold, confront, fulfill.
