Monday, April 21, 2014

Fire,Brimstone and Desire

Many is the times I have stared into the darkness
     That from deep within my own grave
Devoid of fear I watched with a calmness
As the Angels turned and walked away
Forged by fire,brimstone and desire
No caldera can temper my soul
Surviving all the trials,through the muck and the mire
Little be the wonder if my sanity remain not whole
Still I strive,reaching ever the higher
For I have not achieved my goal
And now as I stare at this towering spire
Planning the ascent,this I realize twofold,
 yes I am cast from a different mold
and just maybe,I am not that tired