A Fire Dream

A fire born for redemption,
To inspire the spiral of reason,
Or for it's opposite circle,
The masterful chaotic season,
This fire sits on top of my dream,
Flickering to the drum of reaction,
Feel the pain it needs to radiate,
Bonding the chemical attraction,
This is the war to end all wars,
A promised struggle of sacrifice,
Staring into it's blinding nucleus,
Chained to it's organic solar lights,
I look up into the dark night sky,
How far does that blackness go?
Measuring the distance with loss,
But I fan the flame and watch it grow,
The particles wrap and warp to me,
Teaching me the eternal meaning,
A fallen king, a golden ghost,
In the fire that keeps on redeeming.