enigma

So many wasted wishes
spent worthlessly
on long-dead stars.
They seared themselves
into the nighttime veil,
knowing their quite
imminent destruction.

So many lightning strikes
slashing across my skin,
scarring the fire turned flesh,
carving their places
amongst my desperation.

So many times you tried
to reduce me to ash,
only for my lungs to collapse
and my ribs to rattle
and my scars to burn
like a sky of starlight.

Yet again and again,
I continue to rise,
all of it despite the odds
stacking against me
and my hand of cards
being the worst
it has ever been.
Somehow, I play it perfectly.

Death is an embrace and
I welcome it fully,
but never once
have I been chosen
to cross the river
and face my judgement
at the tridental crossroad.

So while I wait
and continue to burn
from the inside out,
I will plot my revenge
on every dead star
that failed me,
on every bolt of lightning
that scarred me,
and on every move
you made against me.

You tried to drown me,
but I wouldn't be thrown.
You tried to brand me,
but I embraced it as my own.
You tried to surround me,
but chaos is all I know.

How do I move mountains
when I can't even move my hands?
How do I stand tall
when I'm falling apart?
How do I keep my pieces together
when I'm but shattered glass?
My edges are sharp,
and I'll make you bleed.
Your lies will rise to the surface
like blood to a wound,
just as I'll make you think I'm a pearl
after a lifetime in the sea.

It's an illusion.
It's all a dream.
It's a nightmare come to life,
a paralysis and I'm pulling the strings.
I was always made for this.
My destiny was a fragile thing.
When my legs gave out,
my body grew wings.
I wasn't made to fall too far,
only far enough to fly.

Foxes, wolves, ravens, crows-
send roses to them all,
and with a smile meant for more,
run them all into the ground.
Show them just how a phoenix rises.