A Call to Flames

 
I saw them marching on the walls
at birth
Black fingers of a hearth
hidden from me

Greek minds told us this
What bliss
we find
in ignorance
is so much sculpted byproduct
of that which we strain to touch

I walked streets awash
in cold white fire
from a merciless eye
no mercy for heroes
the good
the obedient
be damned
Learning lessons
taught by concrete hands
and asphalt minds
that never see their own erosion

We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see
I’m tired of being a shadow
I wanna burn

Voices echo down the alleys
of firelight
slicing
lacerations of burnt orange
in the night

What demons come
with bloody truths
on the avenues within you
What angels sing
sweet seduction songs
on the boulevards that keep you

Me, I’m for the fire
The Pyre
where I’ll be blackened
and be freed

We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see
I’m tired of being a shadow
I wanna burn

Burn in the iris
of a red volcanic eye
Burn in the embers
of a stone fireplace inside
Burn in the center
of a new world forming

What dreams come
in bloody truths
on the avenues within you
What nightmares sing
deep nightmare calls
on the boulevards that keep you

Shadows tend
the flames that spawn them
Never claiming
the strength to keep them

We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see
I’m done being a shadow
I’m gonna burn