The fires rage
there is trouble coming,
fear breeds fear
as it grows.
But I will be fine,
I will be spared
because I am feeling
the glow.
The glow is mercy
a coups de grace,
for when Life
gets a bitch or too big.
And its here for all
both saints and sinners,
simply open a bottle
and swig.
Demons be damned
in the light of the glow,
sleeves of ginger
in tin or in glass.
Never alone
and shielded from pain,
become a sunflower
amongst matted grass.
Screw the sober
with wise intentions,
they think
but do not know.
Life's biggest secrets
or crazy ways
for they do not
feel the glow...
@Steven Francis poems 2010
Where poetry meets metal! This ain't my 'serious' work, its just rancid scribblings. Let me explain: I have been a metal music fan since the age of ten and loved the over the top mayhem of the lyrics. This is where I abandon my poet's mask and write a few scriptures for the moshing air guitar !!
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