Tender Fires

By the tender hand that mercy moves

Is judgement cast, a soul to bruise

For goodness topples without its pair

I deal a fate of kind severe

This humility you take for weak and frail

Can flip the script from head to tail

The Sun eclipsed by wind and hail

You fight these tears but you shall fail

The devil was made for righteous anger

When caustic rage strives to conquer

When fire is summoned til Hell is cold

You’re flat as a card and ready to fold

And when the shadows recede from vengeful eyes

The dead in me a Phoenix rise

To balance the act of justice due

Singing in scales of a Libran true

Author's Note