the return

the moon is my soul and the sun my sin

my kin my bones and my love my shelter

the metal steals my freedom and the blade murders my dreams

caught in an invisible web 

my hunger fades, empty shell

I do not linger for long on this well spun strand

from the center of earth I bore and to its center I return

to boil in such molten passion

to be shaped by heat and its desire

I will find that crevice and surface slow a renewed creature

as the flame weakens from my depart and as I touch the air, the form I take is unyielding

and straight to the heart I shall propel 

to bathe in a red pool of sadness and victory

to no end this cycle spins