Motif

Just as how you initialized it, you  have ended it.
How could I have known that you were the product of a furnace,
the one who came looking for human souls to devour and make your own.
you,
who seemingly walked with the Gods,
but lamented praises to the furnace.

And now, the baptism has begun. 
as my eyes sweat daily, waiting to be cleansed in honour of the sun.


Javell Mothersill