Mistral - Ashbreather

Courting death at dawn's command,
We're not unlike our faithful offspring.
At an idol's throat for virtue of
Perfection

Our hands slapped down
Unanswered prayers
Echo the fall

With each mindless gasp
There flees my escape
A listlessness
Follows in its stead;
A veil, a barrier
As I tread fire

We left you here
Breathing fire, now

(Nesting in the face of this hearth
A stubborn coal
Still bearing a grudge

Your teary smile, a foregone goodbye)

Rage incarnate, a celebration
It's all we know and it flows free to flood our home
Spit cinders of subconcious grief into
Aching furnace fantasies
Putting into words well quartered
Aimed intention to hurt another

Set to wait under a prophet-moon
Speech comes to naught when uttered with this maw
It spews forth ash

This perfume
Fragrant more than any flower spring could bear
The rust and char, the salt
And love forged brittle

Persisting
Tethered to a realm of languor
Reel forth, endure a hopeless crawl
Looking for scabs to pick for sustenance

Written by:
Jan Obara

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