Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Quickening Fire

The Quickening Fire

Beneath a horribly heavy heart,
Where even angels fear to tread,
Has come a burning of witches,
All the evil thoughts within my head.

I dared to purge it all,
And move the blockages held there.
I crave the chance escape,
To fill up with light, like breathing air.

The shinning light of the exodus,
Is warming me unto the core.
I am happy as I get away,
Showing all negativity to the door.

And burning now all doubts,
Banished to the funeral pyre.
The soul of me becomes transformed,
As I experience the quickening fire...!