The pillars of life
Crumble
Before mine eyes.
They dissolved
Into a cloud
Of opaque dust.

All I have saved for
Is gone from me'
It had been rudely snatched
From my grasp'
It has been'
and will remain'
Stolen.

The dust which was
My life,
Engulfs me:
Its appetite is whetted.

More specifically,
The Creature within
The dust had acquired
A taste for me.

'Twas The Creature
Who knocked down
The pillars
That were once my life,
But are now,
Dust.


I can hear
The Creature
Shriek
It wishes to strike
Fear
Into me'
It fails to do so.


For why must I fear It?
It had already taken
What was most precious
To me:
What more does It
Want?

I know the answer.

It'The Creature! The Abomination!'
Wants my soul.
My Pain and Grief have
Not been tasty enough morsels for
The creature.
No, The King of the Damned
Will not rest until
He has savored it,
And had devoured
Me.

The Creature
Is impatient,
It will not wait
For the dust to clear.
No, instead, He burns the
Grasses that were the foundation
Of my life,
He will attempt to
End me in a speedy and swift fashion.

I run
So that I may evade
The eager flames;
I can feel
The burning heat
Lick against my back.

Yet
I
Do not
Turn Back:
For even in the
Surrounding Darkness
That the dust brings,
There is light.

The Light
Is Pale, but full of
Pureness.

It is because
Of this
Beacon,
That I
Run,
And do so
All the faster.

I hear Rage.

I smile,
The Creature
Is disgruntled.

It knows,
That I can
Escape It.

The Light
Is closer.

My legs pump faster.

The Light is nearer.

The harsh breathing
of
The Creature
Is raspy, and
Faint.
It is tiring
of chasing me.

The cool, yet also
Warming
Light tickles and
Caresses
My Face.

I run into it.

When I do so,
A heavy bond is lifted!
I am freed!
The Creature
Cannot
Vex Me
Any Longer.

For when I
Ran into the
Light,
A heavy
And Restricting Door
Was shut upon
The Creature'
And Someone
Had turned
The Lock.

Now,
As I enjoy the
New Comfort
Known as
Freedom,
I can hear
The Creature
Scream
In Its
Chamber.

It
Is locked
In Darkness,
And Basks In
Its
Failure.