Spurring you on to confront your danger
Weather you break - violent winds of loss
Or deep thundering crescendo of anger
No thought for repercussion or cost
It is puzzling
A new life born
The color a smoky sky can adorn
Almost like a benevolent force
Boiling in your stomoch
Twisted passions coerce - through your veils
blood runs amok
It is blinding
A drastic action
A light of passion
It can twist consuming a soul like a snake
It can poses assuming control like a spirit
It can hide exhuming itself like the evil dead
It can oppress looming over you like a mountain
It is deceitful
A kiss from a friend
A power that made the world bend
It gives way to passion to imagine beyond whats real
Its a warning of danger if we draw nier
Though out of our control it may feel
It pushes us to create, save, and cherish that that we hold dear
So we fight because of it with an unrelenting zeal
It is deep and dark
It’s the blood you spill
It's the single spark
And It’s your hearts thrill
About the Creator
James Dempster
I have to write, the birds told me.
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