Pain traces bleeding edges frozen by icy winds sheething a hissing song
Prowling ravens turn to coal dust by our burning screams
Inevitably, somber moons of night overlay earth’s shadow and turn to blood
Prevailing light travels behind this madness in our minds
It was meant to be, the madness and pain
For blood moons captivate
They could not exist without each vital element procuring magic potions
Striking a match to our centered being
Now, a firebird is our core
At last, we only comprehend light after darkness has rung its last toll
We only see beauty in God’s silent Promenade after blindness dissipates
We only feel joy after the smoldering ashes of our pain die
Is it a wonder?
Not in the end
Because in the end our comprehensions reveal a truth of power:
Diamonds do not create without a burning
Virtures cannot be fully recognized without vices
And our greatest nemisis becomes our priceless and precious stone