You claim you wore me like a bruise,
With an all intrusive tale; yet,
There is a light that blinds you by
Your own inner fire.
The realms with which you reside
Carry on their escapades inside my
Heart; an endowment for the release
Of all that is unholy by your vile
Song you sing.
For all that is mighty, holy, and honest,
I implore you to evaporate this madness
Your lips do speak, and evolve your heart
Into the purity heaven comprising heaven.
I am in askance for your doors of fire to
Shut in enviable trades possessed by
Your anguished spirit.
For it is not me who renounced your soul,
But the coals on which you walk with a
Stride withal evermore after danced
During the rummaging hours standing still
In the night.
Ease my winded spirit with holistic power
Residing within the deepest remnants of your
Let fault be put aside throughout this
Blinding brigade falling upon us.
For I wish you to rise out of the ashes
Of torment, and let your raging fires
Transform into magnifying rays of hope.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015