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Red hot iron emerges from the boiling blue steel.

Pointing its glowing tip at me, the fire slowly makes it’s way towards me

Across the Sea of Souls, my Mother.

It burns in the pit of my stomach.



The firelight, it illuminates the chill around me.

A cold light, as I sit on the icy stone.

The erratic sound of my heart pumping

-I am aware that I am alone.



The tears well up in my eyes

Forming ice that drips away,

Blinding me from the heat.

Feelings of failure, sadness and disarray.



The Sun and It’s Mother

They talked to me today.

The job I have before me

Should have been done yesterday.



I have been acting unacceptably.

This I cannot deny

Although my heart is yearning

To stand forever by your side.



And even if I am not your Dream

Of a partner in Love and Fame

I plead with you and promise my heart

Forever.  Please, be mine again.