chapter 8

this one is going to feel different. 

a finale I never thought of, but trust in it.

from inside the cavern, desperate to spark the light,

the time has come for the glow to array 

it’s shined on my face, and I hope to show it to you.

the scarlet winter was always the perfect time 

the bitter desert that my feet lay on,

a blazing sun that only feels of a chill

it can reign, but it could never burn.

the fires of the flame ignite me alive,

and from the ash will arise a new person made of asphalt 

he’s solemn, quiet, 

words come after his mind laps the earth 

hopefully one you can trust.

this boy will rise.

his hands and feet remain inanimate

as his body becomes magnetic to the sky 

the memories will be relinquished,

the body will be reformed,

and what will be presented -

the mountain on the lake.

this is the last part of my story.

I hope you enjoy it.