He appeared in time, almost close to the threshold
A decade is approaching, slowly proceeding,
His yellow eyes gleaming, the gold squeaks
On the finger, while he eats away,
All the stains of the past.
The man in red, the harbinger
Of salvation, burned the past away,
With a smile in flames, a flicker
Of his gaze, I caught, like
A flash of voltage, his neck bends,
The yellow hair falls, his eyes turn around
Busting out in a maniac laughter,
He sends-off the pain
Let the flames of dreams consume it all.
Took my pain, he did, then crushed
It all under the golden claws, glinting,
On his fingers, under his deepened grin
A wink, he’s the manifestation,
The fruit of the blossoming anger
That resided in the layers, under
My skin, relentless, redemption.
The new stage of the metamorphosis,
Hence begins, by burning what was
Inseminating the grounds of the future,
With the dust of the past,
It’s done, only by a decade passed
Where darkness evolved,
From its shell, hatched, robust
Piercing through the ultimate.
The man in red, grins,
His face a steady-calm sea, yet his muscles
Tight-stretch, holding the weight of a deep
Understanding of the darkness within,
Deep-bounded with the acceptance
Of a love-deprived life, ascended,
Into the darken realms, where strength
Is being formed and forged.
A profound tolerance,
Of the abuse of the past, the
Uncertainty of the presence takes form,
A new authority arises, a solid trust
In the true form, made of vantablack,
Forged under the light, breaking
Everything that wasn’t strong enough,
Asunder, to pieces apart.
