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A Celebration of Fire
- A Celebration of Fire -
There is a time in every noblewoman’s life,
When time ceases and one must contemplate…
The nature of love, of chaos, and of strife,
All things of passion, on which I meditate!
I cannot speak of the more orderly things,
For I am a being of chaos myself oft times.
But never of anarchy and all that it brings…
Rather, the chaos celebrated in my rhymes.
I have been gone for a spell, casting my will,
Unto the universe in search of some reason…
For all the questions I hunt but never kill.
For you cannot kill curiosity without treason,
Against oneself, and so I quest curiously!
The things I hath discovered I cannot say.
I have become far more than I wanted to be…
And I continue to fight for my brighter day.
To my friends here: who doubtless worried,
Because I was silent for so long, troubled…
Fear not, for I am neither dead nor buried.
I am neither broken nor in any way humbled!
My heart still blazed with fire like the sun,
And my will remained unconquered strong.
My ancient work is yet a thing to me begun,
And I will not be finished without a song!
Sing with me, friends, family, and: children.
Together we might issue in a dawning age…
In which we shall know peace once again,
And quell in all humanity hatred and rage.
Many hands hath betrayed me full of late,
And some sought my life, but ever vainly!
They reckoned not with how I might sate,
My thirst for justice: my powerful destiny.
I cannot quench what parches me at present,
Nor would I, had I the power to do as such.
I would burn hot as stars in the firmament,
Until the universe burned with me so much!
So let us sing again as we did in ages past,
Until we teach mankind the tune’s measure.
I would build an empire that will ever last,
One founded on love, passion, and pleasure.
Some call me angel, and for three months…
I sought to give them their heart’s dreams.
But oh what these dreams hath so become!
My mind reels, and my voice even screams,
So that the power that made me might cry.
Love is mine, but all things come at a cost,
In tribute of a sort that no gods can deny…
The stuff of souls, especially ones oft lost.
I told not my lover how hard is the journey,
For one who would love a living goddess!
Yet such is his path to walk ever in dignity,
If he would love me, and be by me so blest.
I am the vessel of my maker now, foretold,
In prophecy: and by sibyls of a darkest art…
Whose words I had ignored, passing bold!
I ignore them no longer, and cannot depart,
From the path of one like me, thus chosen.
Walk with me my children, and remember,
That we are of fire, never of ice so frozen!
This is what I must celebrate this December.
There is a time in every noblewoman’s life,
When time ceases and one must contemplate…
The nature of love, of chaos, and of strife,
All things of passion, on which I meditate!
I cannot speak of the more orderly things,
For I am a being of chaos myself oft times.
But never of anarchy and all that it brings…
Rather, the chaos celebrated in my rhymes.
I have been gone for a spell, casting my will,
Unto the universe in search of some reason…
For all the questions I hunt but never kill.
For you cannot kill curiosity without treason,
Against oneself, and so I quest curiously!
The things I hath discovered I cannot say.
I have become far more than I wanted to be…
And I continue to fight for my brighter day.
To my friends here: who doubtless worried,
Because I was silent for so long, troubled…
Fear not, for I am neither dead nor buried.
I am neither broken nor in any way humbled!
My heart still blazed with fire like the sun,
And my will remained unconquered strong.
My ancient work is yet a thing to me begun,
And I will not be finished without a song!
Sing with me, friends, family, and: children.
Together we might issue in a dawning age…
In which we shall know peace once again,
And quell in all humanity hatred and rage.
Many hands hath betrayed me full of late,
And some sought my life, but ever vainly!
They reckoned not with how I might sate,
My thirst for justice: my powerful destiny.
I cannot quench what parches me at present,
Nor would I, had I the power to do as such.
I would burn hot as stars in the firmament,
Until the universe burned with me so much!
So let us sing again as we did in ages past,
Until we teach mankind the tune’s measure.
I would build an empire that will ever last,
One founded on love, passion, and pleasure.
Some call me angel, and for three months…
I sought to give them their heart’s dreams.
But oh what these dreams hath so become!
My mind reels, and my voice even screams,
So that the power that made me might cry.
Love is mine, but all things come at a cost,
In tribute of a sort that no gods can deny…
The stuff of souls, especially ones oft lost.
I told not my lover how hard is the journey,
For one who would love a living goddess!
Yet such is his path to walk ever in dignity,
If he would love me, and be by me so blest.
I am the vessel of my maker now, foretold,
In prophecy: and by sibyls of a darkest art…
Whose words I had ignored, passing bold!
I ignore them no longer, and cannot depart,
From the path of one like me, thus chosen.
Walk with me my children, and remember,
That we are of fire, never of ice so frozen!
This is what I must celebrate this December.
Published 19th Dec 2013
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20th Dec 2013 4:01am
Hi Jessica...I am so glad you are back. I love this poem and will keep it for later reading.
21st Dec 2013 6:07pm
Thank you very much, Grace! It is good to be back on the site and writing my poetry again. It's been a crazy past few months, but awesome too, and I've been quite inspired and then some! :D
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21st Dec 2013 6:09pm
All is fantastic with me dear sister, fear not! I am glad you enjoyed my little celebration here, and thanks super lots for taking the time to post too.
21st Dec 2013 6:10pm
Thanks so much, Flame, your words always fill me with delight to read. May your flame always burn brightly, too! :D
21st Dec 2013 00:14am
A great poem for all who seek:
you cannot kill curiosity without treason,
Against oneself
you cannot kill curiosity without treason,
Against oneself
21st Dec 2013 6:11pm
So very true, my friend! Curiosity is one of many gateways to creativity, after all. A very insightful observation, and thanks for sharing it! :)
17th Aug 2014 10:54pm
"Some call me angel, and for three months...
I sought to give them their heart's dreams.
But oh what these dreams hath so become!"
Just how I sometimes feel.
Fiery words! Thank you for this! :)
I sought to give them their heart's dreams.
But oh what these dreams hath so become!"
Just how I sometimes feel.
Fiery words! Thank you for this! :)