Kiss me, hitherto forgotten anger,
that sits like a pike in the heart,
waiting to bloom.
Come to the furnace, little ones.
Let me show you how to bathe,
let me show you how fire consumes.
Will you be reborn with me?
...or crumble beneath my fury?
I would wait for you,
but the sun rises,
and the day won't wait for you.
The shadows are long,
and I have other pyres to build.
-o0o-
