The lake of fire steamed as streaks of flames crackled from within, bubbling with a sound that burst the joy inside.
From atop the mountains, an endless sea of magma is evident.
Glittering in the velvet night like an amplified gem, this beautiful madness reflects into the skyline with an exquisite magnificence.
Running and meandering amidst the narrow valley path, it's way is forged. Beautifying the scenery with a dangerous charm
At a mere glance of the desolate sight, thoughts of suffering are meaningless.
How could anything survive where such destruction had wrought? Where such an antimatter dwells?
Fall into this Beauty, Your thoughts are annihilated.
Your consciousness won't bear room for the sense of pain or pleasure.
I hadn't finished my sophism that a gaping hole emerged from the heart of the lava, Just as I was thinking nothing could come of this, nothing could survive this Armageddon,
Head first, crowned with best of fur, you emerged from the chasm. Then its was your beautiful wings, burning with a fiery madness.
Then came the tail, long and gracious and glorious. As you soared straight up to the heavens, spiralling in your beauty, I knew then;
firebird, forged by the hottest of rocks.
Born of the undying inferno, nurtured by it.
As your life ends, it only begins. You are immortal, you never die.
And endless cycle of death and rebirth, reformed at each rising.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoesieA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
