Destiny

Taken in the latter context
of an open fire brand,
all attentive
and rejoicing,
not lamenting tonight.

Can you hear this moment
with your ears.
With your ears.

Can you feel the power in its force,
the force of will to kill,
the leak and crack asunder,
the weak beneath the thunder,
the shard of existence,
this fissure of life.

Skies alight with pain and hate,
curse my destiny,
curse my evil death
and with my final breath
I will curse fate.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.