Majestic Reckoning (a dark video poem)

The dream is kindled, like a small fire, nurtured by the flames.

Allowed to burn, it warms the bones and soothes the soul.

The wind blows, the rains fall, yet the fire still remains.

The keeper of the flame shields it from the storm.

Out of the darkness, the stranger toils to extinguish the light.

Many nights he tries but the fire is alive.

It breathes and stirs in the wild, unbound.

In the desert night, the stranger is consumed and they burn as one.

What was once a soothing flame has now become infernal.

Cold eyes in the dark, watching, waiting.

The wheels are turning, churning, burning.

Dancing, writhing, Fire rising in Majestic Reckoning.

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