He was in a place of darkness
Where hate and resistance
brew into a poisonous glance
He was there
Staring at the past
and resisting...
The present, the future, what he is
He turned his heart into a live volcano
Burning until there was nothing but a sulfurous stink
and the charred remains of a soul once cherished
He spewed out the melted stone of his spirit
and sought to hurt
Sought to scar
Sought to take me with him
But I was fire
And I burned with light
His shadow heart could not reach me
So he stayed alone in the dark.
Copyrights © 2018 Maricel Jiménez Peña
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