Battle of the Spark

There is a tingling in this body
One that I am unfamiliar with
The joy of the acceptance that has been
Bestowed upon this unfortunate soul
A faint little sparkle contrasting most decadently
Against the void that surrounds it
Yet it holds its own
This fierce little warrior
Radiating strength
Reshaping the innards of the mortal coil
That so desperately wants to believe
To just believe
That this little spark exists
Yet doesn't want to get his hopes up too high
Unsure of whether there is a shoe just waiting to drop
Like a cockroach praying on Sunday
That it won't get stomped on
Please don’t stomp on me
Yet this glimmer persists and screams value
Into the void
Bringing beauty from the pain
So much pain
This mighty warrior succeeding
Where none have before
And for the first time the void is scared
Scared that this mortal’s losing a battle
Might actually be won
Demanding victory
Give me victory!!!
Where heroes have fallen
Warriors have been slain
And now the demons start to shrink back
Exposing the raw spirit beneath the Ash
That has been covering
What once had value
So much value
Causing confusion in the one
That was so sure that the void was the truth
Isn’t this void my truth
Who am I without it
I Am
And yet the spark promises victory
Screams for vengeance
Vengeance be mine!!!
For the spirit lying beneath
Cutting its way down to the core
Until hopefully one day victory will be won
Victory over the Ash and then
Peace