FireFly

As the smoke billows before me I see no end.
Befriended by the cloud of confusion I see my nose but not the tip.
I need to get a grip on reality before I run into tragedy.
The smoke behaves like unwanted aromatherapy.
I need to clear my eyes so that I may see the prize that is salvation.
In animation I can push manifestation into reality.
 First clear the smoke.
Shout FireFly at the fire.
I know the power of my words as each letter spreads the power of a spell.
Every alphabet carries fairytale energy.
People who spread their negativity fan the smoke that should be blown away.
It only takes a whisper.
Utter Firefly over the confusion your adversary contends.
My intentions are absolute in visualizing my full potential.
I acknowledge my ancestral connection over the vision of my enemy.
May their ashes be spread by the winds of my whispers.
Firefly.
With my three eyes to the sky and my heals to the dirt I aim at my future.
My ancestor’s arrow acts as antimatter to my enemy’s energy.
My ancestors knew what I needed algebraically.
In the past my ancestors passed power to me without my knowledge.
I know now that my enemies put smoke over my third eye.
I know I must increase the knowledge that fans away smoke.
Whisper fire fly and watch the smoke clear.