Better too late than never

Cut from the same shimmering cloth
born of light
then turned to sorrow, both.

All I knew then was need
to spare you the pain
all pain
and now look at all I have caused.
Look at it!

The well versed dirt embracing me
leaves no room for certainty
but underneath this scum
my heart still beats for you.

I ache to see
the terrible majesty of your warrior
with dark flaming sword
remove this iron joker’s mask
that betrayed you, with my head.

Please, don’t say it is all right.
That is as much a facade
as me on my knees
entreating.
Please, remember your steely-eyed resolve
that great grim black and white pride
it was the most beautiful thing
I ever did fear.

Fear, as in love,
from one god to another.
Little niceties will not steal it away
even if they bury you alive.

Stoke the fire
tear a hole
pour out your anguish over my head
so I may be baptized in your flame
and know
neither of us has lost the faith.

Such beauty and passion.......... it's humbling and energising at the same time.

The faith remains as strong as ever!

Az

What can I say? I'm a fan. Always was.

WOW

Powerful poem, Scratch!

::grins and hugs::