Fire & Ice

Eagles guard their hatchlings from the scavengers,
Hieroglyphs along the passages to the messengers,
All the whispers crowds thoughts like tiny savages.
These twisting, turning roads lead to the pinpoint revelation,
Cast into the fray that left me with keys to the combination.
Witches halo cleans with intuition of those who abused,
Looking at the hourglass to see the accused.
Spirits revolve through the glass enshrouded cage,
Smoke covers those condemned with Indian's sage.
Positice outcomes of things meant to curse my soul,
Rememberences of appalling contradictions make me whole.
The veil of the Ark of the Covenant winks in and out if existance,
Works of tjose devious warlords lack their resistance.
Those who mistreated my promises to my own tattered aura,
Sacred ancient scrolls cover the destinies karma.