Poem: Truth where it Hurts

Burning away waxes in magnitude;
Line of thin thread imprisoned within;
It toils by dusk, impatient by dawn;
The cold behind twilight insufficient;
To give sight, a candle must Burn!

Cunning tame by distance;
With mane, without their prides;
Thirst for blood, procreates blood;
Brooding the young for the claws;
To feed right, a Lion must Kill!

Breathing bairns bestowed;
With blessings or the curse;
The blooming or the cross;
Forever young their thoughts;
To be wise, they must Grow!

Glowing myths of life;
Gathering hays while strong;
To save and crave, nothing but safe;
Do this to the end of the world;
To understand life, You must Die!

Hallowed aerial Halo or Horns of Doom;
Wings so perfect or Ugly many arms;
Choirs in sweet melodies or wailing beasts;
Ascend to Heaven or Descend to Hell;
To witness one, You must RISE!


By:
Beryl Ace