Writing Prompts: The Return

Wandering Fire

Upon my headstone, grave, I see nothing that has been saved My life gone again away; the people, once at me, raved. A hero, a saint, to them I was great On the floor, they would prostrate.

How soon did that quickly turn to ire For me it seems I was thrown into a wandering fire. Hurdled against an ocean, beating fast I thought perhaps I could everlast.

Spit began to cover my face, One that I wish I could erase. Darkest of darkness took me now Indignantly, I became a sow.

Alone I began to wander away from all behind On a path which I no longer cared for what I might find. My feet turned forward, with the sun on my back Going forward, with lack of any attack.

How soon did that quickly turn to ire For me it seems I was thrown into a wandering fire I tried to make a dance through the inferno But I lost more it seems, especially internal.

Blank and in terror, death now walking on my door Life slipped from me, of that I was sure Cooking, I was, bare in the sun I was certain I was done.

Though it seems that was not the end of me. It seems life gave me a new life to see. Thoughts consumed me and I finally began to breathe It was the darkness around me, I began to seethe.

How soon did that quickly turn to ire For me it seems I was thrown into a wandering fire Anger towards those who made me unclean I became decided to wreak havoc on all they have seen.

Back on the path I began to walk again from my exile Like I a churchgoer walks along down the aisle To the town that bourn me On this path where blood is all I see.

And that is why I am here again, though I was thought dead And here I am to allow the pernicious thoughts in my head To finally take root and transpire, Though you may be wondering how I became one with such ire.

I trudged down, down into that wandering fire. The thick soot dressed me clean between the ire. Along the way my spirit was stripped clean, So to speak, suddenly my life became serene. The path became clear, though some may call me a liar. I did go down, down into that black wandering fire.

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