We feel the darkness, such nonsense, and become it. Soon plummet to the dirt that Mother Earth took from it.
That fork in the road melted down, pawned, and sold. Yellow brick road’s gold tarnished from false stories you told.
Ashes collected from the burn, singe the soul. Slow turn. Warms the deep spirit, fate fears it. Cold lessons learned.
A glowing aura swallowed, shedding layers of skin. The outside now in. Intense incense of that which makes sweet sense, once again.
Fire pours out like a spout off word’s frail shout. Jumping from pages forgot what age is, so courageous. Left infamous.