27 July, 2011

Rise Up

Crush orange veils allow her to hide,
White hot flames forgive as she secretly cries.
Eager to feel it, eager to sting,
Preferring pain to not a fucking thing.

Her Desire…..

Enticing winds, to carry her high….. and, then higher.
Lightning bolts strike, angry winds roar,
Treat the rogue wind as a friend to gracefully soar.

wind her blood,
thunder,
her beat, energizing her soul,
clouds,
reviving her feet….
Cartwheels to tumbles… now, mortal ground,
Dark wings retract – a new will is found.
Red to Maroon.
Angst to Love.
Raw yet refined
A Fenix to a dove.

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