A soul ablaze, with mind of water, and form of shattered steel.
Winds tear sails and whitecaps break to waves a galleon yields.
He flew his flag into the storm of life and heard a voice of wrath and dread
“you cannot endure my raging sky’s, child I’ll have your head”.
He looked to where the voice had spoke and none met his pain filled eyes
and he told that ancient evil that he refused to die
and he forgave the cruelty of that infernal world for filling him with lies.
As far as he could tell this made that voice recoil,
The forgiveness of the man had made the hellborne things blood boil.
The voice replied with disgust and spite “your grace is wasted here,
and as for hell, look around you fool! You’ll find you’re very near”.
He ignored the voice, sailing on and felt his feet lift from the ground.
A gust of wind had taken him, now the torrent was all around.
“At least that voice has stopped” he thought until out-spoke a familiar tone.
He could tell that it was angry as it sang its spiteful song.
“Now you see, you luckless fool, you’ll break right here tonight.
I’ll beat you down and break your will, do you not feel fright?
They’ll see your broken body sinking in the storm,
and that’s all that will be found of you, extinguished soul, corrupted form”
As it said these frightful words into the sea he flew
and as he crashed into the surf his voice began anew.
With forceful echo his voice sprang forth and cut through the whaling winds.
“My ship has been caught by calypso’s heart but I’ll reach the shore again.”
‘Heed your words, what a boastful claim!”The voice replied with haste
as the torrent fell upon the man and terror filled his face.
It whipped him up into the clouds and as he flew he screamed
“You say I can’t endure your storm but Resilience is my name.”
A smile broke the bitter lips of that gilded ghoulish thing
“Resilience has a breaking point, and stone will always sink.
I found you beaten in the storm and came to aid the fall
So scream that creed and watch it fail, it’s just your name, that’s all.”
It watched the man as he endured and saw the curious scene unfold,
it saw the young man still in the storm, laughing at the cold.
This fallen being in strange gold robes approached that tortured youth.
And from the lips of that broken man came a soulful truth.
He met the gaze of the shining thing with fire in his eyes,
the passion of that youth arose as if the flames would never die.
The words fell from the young man’s mouth like honey from the hive
and he spat that holy nectar into the demon’s eyes.
His words shook the raging seas on which that creature stood,
He said “This storm is mine to will, to darkness or to good.”
The demon thought the storm of life was its to meld and shape
But the wicked winds and white capped waves are signs of woven fate
“Every choice that I have made led me to your domain,
and when many men did break and fall, I’ll withstand the rain”
“These scars you put across my skin are lessons I have learned
and the name I shout with ‘foolish’ pride, rest assured I earned”.
With that remark the skies turned a burning crimson red
and the demon turned without a word as the storm stopped and the sky bled.
Mollitiam remained in the sea as the rains of blood began,
and at last he saw salvation and was washed upon the sand.