Rise in the Ashes
A poem by NarwhalUnicorn
The flames, they
burn bright.
They glow and blaze,
outspoken,
by the mild temper
of the austere, winding
drifts.
Coiling and spinning,
around and around.
Through dark trespasses
and surrounding light,
hear my cry.
Look up in the sky.
For I scream in
wisdom,
hope,
power.
I am
pompous. I scream
for the firing
tower of bleak
fame
gone unheard.
Do not fear my blazed form,
for with it
I shriek,
and twist and turn.
In ash I rise,
at dawn I begin,
a new
life.
Weak and devoured,
starved and overcome.
But I shall rise from my fortress and
spread my wings,
tall and thick.
My broad form shall reek of
a cavernous
inferno,
hoping to be
discovered
in its greatest, colossal
stature.
To great heights I
soar.
To majestic beauty I
behold.
Do not fear my power,
for with it comes everlasting splendor,
a sense
of
wisdom.
A sense
of a
supreme sour.
The fire, bright and
blazing,
look up to the sky,
and strengthen the masses of
a flying legend,
about to come by.
But beware...
You shall
Overcome the power
of their traitorous words.
Do not look, do not watch,
For this is not a
game
of spinning tails and flying
high.
Experience in awe,
as I set off to the sky.
There, I shall fly.
The wind sprints and screams,
a demand gone
unheard.
Do not dread of its infringes,
For in its wake
holds a power
of trepid
strength,
the wish of the
bird.
A fiery blast trembles the
land.
A shock of horror,
set ablaze. Fear my
embers,
hear my
call.
Excellence is a
confounding thought,
But nothing more. For
with it comes
ponderings,
and questions,
and wonders.
How does this creature
stand so
tall?
Should it not be
adrift in the wind,
overcome with
the rest of us all?
Do you not remember the
mystery
of a blatant fire
gone unheard? Or
do you seek a
question left in the winding
path of the previous
bird?
It is not for you to listen.
It is not for you to bear.
Retreat now, for I rise in a raging
fury. Run
or hide,
or vividly decide,
that like the brazen footsteps
of those set before,
to stand up and be
bold.
Such fire does not
scare
thee. Be not
dull, and hold a spirit
beyond what is
told. Rise in the ashes,
and scream with the
wind.
The pearly dust
left in your trails
desires to follow
your stringing brash flails.
Have bravery of such limits,
and yet, the winds
continue
to blow. But
you do not bow down.
You do not join the
others.
You rise and shine, like
the molting
rarity
of an outstanding
flame.
It burns and devours
all
in its sight.
For those with its power
have
all the might.
Do not back away, for as you can see,
thy power is eternal,
so bow down to thee.
I scream in your name,
and cry
for your
help.
So take pride
in such prize,
for you are everlasting hope.
Spread your wings,
tall and thick.
Do not cower,
or
gently tip.
Spit out your powers,
and blast through
your troubles.
For in such a
kingdom,
no other holds such
dour.
Hold steadfast to your beliefs,
and spread a clean,
uplifting flame.
Do hold your
bright, fanatic head,
and embrace
the majesty that you have
led.
And when the ash rolls in,
and takes its toll,
do retreat to your
humble abode.
For a new life is ahead, and
from the dark dust you must
die.
Do not dread the end,
for a new life
will shine.
Your kingdom has come,
your kingdom has come.
Remember this day,
for you will be reborn.
A fire
shoots. A
flame spits.
A twisted bridge
of vigor
vitality
shoots
and spreads the
spirit
of sprinkling
crime. You are
ready...
for a new time.
Arouse and awaken.
With zest, mark
your power.
You are a divine spirit.
You
inspire.
From an inferno comes
tender, bright seeking
sparks.
The flares and the
embers empower
your heart. They seek
for the wisdom
of a body
so clear.
They seek
for the vision
of a body
so near.
The charring glow
of
scorching
warmth uplifts
their cordial
hearts
into a sea
of
smoke, where it is
unclear
what they are searching for.
Do not lose your
strength in
the cloudy
fog of an obstacle so near.
It is meant to mislead,
for it fears of your
spears.
You hold the grand flames,
you know the great fame
of a fire
so tall,
so bright,
so free.
Do not bow down to thee.
For it is I,
who shall speak in your name.
Trust your sheer power,
and
rise to the sky.
Blast through the heavens,
and you shall cry.
Come forth,
Come forth!
A new day has come.
A new power strikes,
and shall forever
be one.
Do not cower away,
do not scream in fear.
For you hold a power
that no one can see clear.
Shriek in the embassy
of a new face to come.
You are our leader now,
so shine,
and strum
your mighty string bass.
Lift your wings high,
and prepare to embrace.
In true light you shine,
in your might you are prime.
Do not
forget
your ancestral
team
of descendants so lonesome,
for you are our
need.
Make way for power,
and stay far from the greed
of a new, mighty
screech
of pain to endure.
And one day you'll pass,
and a new one will be reborn.
But do not go with clash,
and leave your loyalties torn.
With pride you shall surrender,
and a new face shall come.
Make way for the wonders;
a new flame will touch
the sun.
It will rise from its fortress
and replicate
your wealth. It
will scream like your scream,
and fly past your marks.
It is here that your realize
that your life
is now done. You must
cherish
its moments,
and await the new
blazed screech of the next
one to come.
The sea of
life
is just a mere spark.
The everlasting
fire reeks of your
spirit, and holds
great marks. Yet,
dying is crucial;
dying is freedom.
So behold, resting spirit,
just
breath in
your flames, and
exhale
your life.
Author's Note
I haven't really written a poem before, so constructive critisism is appreciated.
