Forbidden Realms

On that day The ground violently seethed Sending walls up about these realms Roaring with their fiery rage High into the dark night’s air Barbs protruded From their shifting forms Roaming about the growling walls Looking to prick painful blood With sharp fiery tongues Encompassing these lands These fiery walls roar Troubling it’s king Sacrificing his kingdom Far too small Scorching earth Burnt flesh Fire’s prevail Engulfing the last standing Castle Resolute in his fight The king marches upon feet Wearily shaking about the seething ground As tongues of fire lick madly at approaching Blood As the king stepped before Fiery walls A moment’s thought, a moment passed For within that moment A roaring tongue lashed out from within the wall Gasping once, the king looked down Through his chest the tongue remained Yet, no blood fell from this wound Only clear, crystal liquid Pure tears The thought racked the king’s Helpless form Sending every pore upon his body Weeping as the seething flames Licked about his contorting form Death would not give Himself To this exiled king As he still lives Surrounded by roaring tongues of fire This king has now been exiled From his realms As taunting fires mock Reciting tales of his forbidden realms The realms of loveThis was mainly written to how I view my situation. Due to my past experiances, I feel as if I'm trapped within flames. And as I reach out or try to leave my 'exile', I am burned more than a fire's burn. Yet, the flames tell of the joys of love, and taunts I, who can not have them. Mainly, it's explaing how I'm afraid to say "I love you" or use "love" for almost anything. That's about all I'm gonna say, but if you got a different image of it all when you read it, don't let this affect yours totally. Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 17 2001 05:28 PM PST   0 • 1