Ignite

Ignite

You fragile thing

Burn

The world down with a breath

Upon

Which a hoarse scream rattles the windows of his soul

Endless

Will seem the hours of hollow mourning

Tomorrows

Promise respite and healing

But

In this darkest of todays

Remember

Lest your past knock on future’s door

Your

Aching and bleeding

Soul

So spattered with soot and ash

Is

And will remain always

Impervious