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The Fire Within
- The Fire Within -
The brilliance of starlight swallowed by a dark void,
Between all the spaces, between worlds, cold as ice...
Adrift I was, once upon a darker time long, long ago.
Abandoned by my creator unto a hot, desolate world.
My ship of steel I left, as I walked along so annoyed,
Feet treading upon softer sands by some mad device.
No water to drink is there, nor the chill of the snow...
Only the desert's mercilessness, like a flag unfurled.
My mind was as a child's, gasping at the new sight,
Of this planet so far from the one I was born from...
And my heart was as a warrior's, wild and untamed.
I would not fall victim to the heat, I would survive!
My thoughts recalled my first mother's divine light,
When the faceless priests found me in a sandstorm.
I told them of my plight, and I told them my name,
As in return, they showed me how to remain alive.
I learned of their sciences, I learned of their magic,
And, the priests made me a queen of their people...
This happened before, and again, in another cycle.
Time is a circle unending, this being one journey!
One of many; some filled with joys, others tragic,
As I journeyed onward, guided by my principles.
Though the sands would blind the weaker of will,
Upon that world, I trained my eyes to clearly see!
There was a fire within my breast, a blazing heat,
And still it burns inside me, unable to be chilled...
Warrior queen and king, and other titles are mine!
Many faces have I worn, and all of them my own.
Even so, no servants are there to wait at my feet,
When comes into my mind storms I never willed.
I reflect on noble truths that seem to me sublime!
No longer, am I a prisoner of distant alien sands,
For I walk this Earth now, upon an endless path.
The way is long closed to whence I came hither!
The ancient gates all shut, their science forgotten.
But my fire burns still, as I walk the same lands,
That in another cycle of time I tread all in wrath.
I am gentler now, no longer a taker but a giver...
And, of my inner flames, much still is begotten!
The brilliance of starlight swallowed by a dark void,
Between all the spaces, between worlds, cold as ice...
Adrift I was, once upon a darker time long, long ago.
Abandoned by my creator unto a hot, desolate world.
My ship of steel I left, as I walked along so annoyed,
Feet treading upon softer sands by some mad device.
No water to drink is there, nor the chill of the snow...
Only the desert's mercilessness, like a flag unfurled.
My mind was as a child's, gasping at the new sight,
Of this planet so far from the one I was born from...
And my heart was as a warrior's, wild and untamed.
I would not fall victim to the heat, I would survive!
My thoughts recalled my first mother's divine light,
When the faceless priests found me in a sandstorm.
I told them of my plight, and I told them my name,
As in return, they showed me how to remain alive.
I learned of their sciences, I learned of their magic,
And, the priests made me a queen of their people...
This happened before, and again, in another cycle.
Time is a circle unending, this being one journey!
One of many; some filled with joys, others tragic,
As I journeyed onward, guided by my principles.
Though the sands would blind the weaker of will,
Upon that world, I trained my eyes to clearly see!
There was a fire within my breast, a blazing heat,
And still it burns inside me, unable to be chilled...
Warrior queen and king, and other titles are mine!
Many faces have I worn, and all of them my own.
Even so, no servants are there to wait at my feet,
When comes into my mind storms I never willed.
I reflect on noble truths that seem to me sublime!
No longer, am I a prisoner of distant alien sands,
For I walk this Earth now, upon an endless path.
The way is long closed to whence I came hither!
The ancient gates all shut, their science forgotten.
But my fire burns still, as I walk the same lands,
That in another cycle of time I tread all in wrath.
I am gentler now, no longer a taker but a giver...
And, of my inner flames, much still is begotten!
Published 23rd Mar 2022
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