On the wing of something sacred
I have danced with souls profane
Wandering in sands of time
Alone without a name
I want to feel their sting again
And drown in lingering rain
That surrenders to the springtime
For the eager to be claimed
I am shaken in the grasp
Of pleasure caused by pain
I am mercy masked in anger
A beast you cannot tame
Let me roar at moonlight
Feed me in your shame
Cover me in fires
That always leave the flame
Until the end it comes
And I’m thirsty from the strain
And rising from the ashes
From a life torn all in vain








Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write with lots of deep layers my friend. Nicely done and thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
Good evening Damian. I appreciate YOU my friend.
this is powerful write dearest Brandon then you would be an instrument of destruction I think ❤️