The pillars of life

Crumble

Before mine eyes.

They dissolved

Into a cloud

Of opaque dust.

All I have saved for

Is

gone from me—

It had been rudely snatched

From my grasp—

It has been—

and will remain—

Stolen.

The dust which was

My life,

Engulfs me:

Its appetite is whetted.

More specifically,

The Creature within

The dust had acquired

A taste for me.

‘Twas The Creature

Who knocked down

The pillars

That were once my life,

But are now,

Dust.

I can hear

The Creature

Shriek

It wishes to strike

Fear

Into me—

It fails to do so.

For why must I fear It?

It

had already taken

What was most precious

To me:

What more does It

Want?

I know the answer.

It

—The Creature! The Abomination!—

Wants my soul.

My Pain and Grief have

Not been tasty enough morsels for

The creature.

No, The King of the Damned

Will not rest until

He has savored it,

And had devoured

Me.

The Creature

Is impatient,

It will not wait

For the dust to clear.

No, instead, He burns the

Grasses that were the foundation

Of my life,

He will attempt to

End me in a speedy and swift fashion.

I run

So that I may evade

The eager flames;

I can feel

The burning heat

Lick against my back.

Yet

I

Do not

Turn Back:

For even in the

Surrounding Darkness

That the dust brings,

There is light.

The Light

Is Pale, but full of

Pureness.

It is because

Of this

Beacon,

That I

Run,

And do so

All the faster.

I hear Rage.

I smile,

The Creature

Is disgruntled.

It

knows,

That I can

Escape It.

The Light

Is closer.

My legs pump faster.

The Light is nearer.

The harsh breathing

of

The Creature

Is raspy, and

Faint.

It is tiring

of chasing me.

The cool, yet also

Warming

Light tickles and

Caresses

My Face.

I run into it.

When I do so,

A heavy bond is lifted!

I am freed!

The Creature

Cannot

Vex Me

Any Longer.

For when I

Ran into the

Light,

A heavy

And Restricting Door

Was shut upon

The Creature—

And Someone

Had turned

The Lock.

Now,

As I enjoy the

New Comfort

Known as

Freedom,

I can hear

The Creature

Scream

In Its

Chamber.

It

Is locked

In Darkness,

And Basks In

Its

Failure.