End

We stood at the edge of destruction and laughed at you as you burned.

We clung to the branches and danced as the world ended in fire, ash, and dust.

There is nothing more than ash, as far as the eye can see.

We once again lie dormant waiting,

Waiting for the world to kick-start itself again.

So that we may at last take to the sky on wings of ash and dust.

I suppose this is fitting, to become stars to fall again when the end is nigh.

Our contribution to the beautiful impossible universe that you inhabited.

~Sam

Reconing

Sparks shower from their hands.

The end is at hand.

You have made the mistake of giving in for giving up too often.

Sometimes fire merely stays dormant, waiting for an ill placed spark.

Be aware of the ones you underestimate; they will be your reckoning.

Be aware of them: the broken whom are whole, the mocked whom are loved, the cursed whom are beloved.

For eventually you will burn by their hand

They will to nothing but laugh and dance as you burn

For all the times that you hurt them.

Be aware of the quiet ones for they see more than you think, feel greater than you know, and care for more than you can imagine.

They cannot be captured, they cannot be bound, and they cannot be killed

For they will not bow to your will, and die.

They alone have the honour to kill themselves before they live.

You cannot right the wrongs you have done to them, they will see only lies and tricks.

This is your recompense for the wrongs you have done them.

Fire

The edge of destruction is where you will find us: the broken whom are whole, the mocked whom are loved, the cursed whom are beloved.

We are the end of the world as you know it, we are too fast to be caught, too strong to be bound, too powerful to be killed.

We will not bow to you, for you have as yet to earned the right to stand above us.

We will watch you burn and laugh.

For all that you might hate us,

You still need us to make you feel strong and mighty.

Your strength is derived from making others feel weak even when you are nothing more than shadow and dust.

Be aware of us for the end is nigh and you will pay in blood for the wrongs you have done us.

For we will play with fire

and dance as you burn.

~Sam

Ledge

We hold to the tree of sanity with finger tips callused and scarred.

We cling to our friends when the dark pulls at our cloths.

Yet, here we stand firm at the brink of destruction and watch.

We stand by as the world burns,

For all the time that we were abused.

It made us strong enough to hold back our laughter as the world burns.

Be aware of us for we are stronger than you think.

Loved beyond measure

and protected beyond words.

We stand at the edge of destruction and laugh,

For who can kill us? We alone can die before we live.

We cling to the tree branches

Watching, laugh for what have we to fear of fire?

Just because we are scared does not mean anything

WE fourged OURSELVES from pain and sorrow.

We the broken, the mocked, the cursed:

Are stronger and braver than you will ever know because we have danced with fire and lived.

Chaos series

Hello, everyone. As part of my The Beauty in the Quiet Things series. I will start posting a series of interrelated poems on Saturday the 16th of April and will continue for as long as it takes to get the entire series up, then depending on the response I will post the next instalment.
~Sam
P.S. Feel free to comment and critique spelling.