> Rise in the Ashes > by NarwhalUnicorn > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Rise in the Ashes > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rise in the Ashes A poem by NarwhalUnicorn The flames, they burn bright. They glow and blaze, outspoken, by the mild temper of the austere, winding drifts. Coiling and spinning, around and around. Through dark trespasses and surrounding light, hear my cry. Look up in the sky. For I scream in wisdom, hope, power. I am pompous. I scream for the firing tower of bleak fame gone unheard. Do not fear my blazed form, for with it I shriek, and twist and turn. In ash I rise, at dawn I begin, a new life. Weak and devoured, starved and overcome. But I shall rise from my fortress and spread my wings, tall and thick. My broad form shall reek of a cavernous inferno, hoping to be discovered in its greatest, colossal stature. To great heights I soar. To majestic beauty I behold. Do not fear my power, for with it comes everlasting splendor, a sense of wisdom. A sense of a supreme sour. The fire, bright and blazing, look up to the sky, and strengthen the masses of a flying legend, about to come by. But beware... You shall Overcome the power of their traitorous words. Do not look, do not watch, For this is not a game of spinning tails and flying high. Experience in awe, as I set off to the sky. There, I shall fly. The wind sprints and screams, a demand gone unheard. Do not dread of its infringes, For in its wake holds a power of trepid strength, the wish of the bird. A fiery blast trembles the land. A shock of horror, set ablaze. Fear my embers, hear my call. Excellence is a confounding thought, But nothing more. For with it comes ponderings, and questions, and wonders. How does this creature stand so tall? Should it not be adrift in the wind, overcome with the rest of us all? Do you not remember the mystery of a blatant fire gone unheard? Or do you seek a question left in the winding path of the previous bird? It is not for you to listen. It is not for you to bear. Retreat now, for I rise in a raging fury. Run or hide, or vividly decide, that like the brazen footsteps of those set before, to stand up and be bold. Such fire does not scare thee. Be not dull, and hold a spirit beyond what is told. Rise in the ashes, and scream with the wind. The pearly dust left in your trails desires to follow your stringing brash flails. Have bravery of such limits, and yet, the winds continue to blow. But you do not bow down. You do not join the others. You rise and shine, like the molting rarity of an outstanding flame. It burns and devours all in its sight. For those with its power have all the might. Do not back away, for as you can see, thy power is eternal, so bow down to thee. I scream in your name, and cry for your help. So take pride in such prize, for you are everlasting hope. Spread your wings, tall and thick. Do not cower, or gently tip. Spit out your powers, and blast through your troubles. For in such a kingdom, no other holds such dour. Hold steadfast to your beliefs, and spread a clean, uplifting flame. Do hold your bright, fanatic head, and embrace the majesty that you have led. And when the ash rolls in, and takes its toll, do retreat to your humble abode. For a new life is ahead, and from the dark dust you must die. Do not dread the end, for a new life will shine. Your kingdom has come, your kingdom has come. Remember this day, for you will be reborn. A fire shoots. A flame spits. A twisted bridge of vigor vitality shoots and spreads the spirit of sprinkling crime. You are ready... for a new time. Arouse and awaken. With zest, mark your power. You are a divine spirit. You inspire. From an inferno comes tender, bright seeking sparks. The flares and the embers empower your heart. They seek for the wisdom of a body so clear. They seek for the vision of a body so near. The charring glow of scorching warmth uplifts their cordial hearts into a sea of smoke, where it is unclear what they are searching for. Do not lose your strength in the cloudy fog of an obstacle so near. It is meant to mislead, for it fears of your spears. You hold the grand flames, you know the great fame of a fire so tall, so bright, so free. Do not bow down to thee. For it is I, who shall speak in your name. Trust your sheer power, and rise to the sky. Blast through the heavens, and you shall cry. Come forth, Come forth! A new day has come. A new power strikes, and shall forever be one. Do not cower away, do not scream in fear. For you hold a power that no one can see clear. Shriek in the embassy of a new face to come. You are our leader now, so shine, and strum your mighty string bass. Lift your wings high, and prepare to embrace. In true light you shine, in your might you are prime. Do not forget your ancestral team of descendants so lonesome, for you are our need. Make way for power, and stay far from the greed of a new, mighty screech of pain to endure. And one day you'll pass, and a new one will be reborn. But do not go with clash, and leave your loyalties torn. With pride you shall surrender, and a new face shall come. Make way for the wonders; a new flame will touch the sun. It will rise from its fortress and replicate your wealth. It will scream like your scream, and fly past your marks. It is here that your realize that your life is now done. You must cherish its moments, and await the new blazed screech of the next one to come. The sea of life is just a mere spark. The everlasting fire reeks of your spirit, and holds great marks. Yet, dying is crucial; dying is freedom. So behold, resting spirit, just breath in your flames, and exhale your life.