Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Of Flame and Fury

The ashes fall, a twirling rain,
A heart beats faster, through the pain.
"What good is man?" His sad refrain -
Echoes hollowly in the rain.

"What good am I?" He cries again,
His flesh made heavy by toil and sin,
His fists strike stone, his head does spin,
There is no game for him to win.

His eyes strike hollow,
his soul rings cold,
In the shadows breaks a mold,

"A thousand times my sins I'll pay,
If for one answer I could stay;
Will I leave my mark upon this earth,
Or, like ashes, just fade away?"

1 comment:

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