Grom

Light flows in
a thirsty spark,
greedy for flame.
An inferno,
too cold to be named.

An ice world,
beyond the lightning,
denied meaning.
The goddess turns to ash,
a slave to feeling.

Twinned intensity burns,
their hope leaves famine.
A star in the core,
dropped in the ink
without a call.

The grey fruit is pierced,
the arrow takes flight.
Starving for air.
The blade is forged,
tempered by despair.

The wolf is bleeding
worlds shake,
a waking dream?
Eyes are levelled
to the fate of the stream.

Grasping at shadows,
for a whisper of his kind.
Cold winds,
a dark moon,
serpents drip kills his mind.

Outlook stolen,
the call of the void,
all choice is ended.
Shot into black,
the venom, suspended.

The serpent eats itself,
the child is born,
with scars from the spear.
Suffered perfect patience,
eclipsed by fear.

His chains tighten,
his limbs stretch,
his grin is eager.
In his search for weakness,
truth is near.

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