Phoenix talons bear his weight
On paths without name, irradiated
Skies black with cruelty cloudless
Lay as a far cry from nights warm
With quicksilver, bathed by ether.
Those days, other times, faintly lit
Pleasant recollections contrast hard
To the mood of now, how odd a change
From what was once, now become stark
With harsh tones shot in lurid reality.
Messiah, destroyer, pawn and harbinger,
Perceptions of old cave paint scrawls
Show visions and futures dire to recall
For mortals and all who might seek to ask
The way of one who walks on blades dark.
Stories were told in days yet still warm,
Ethereously bathed and kept without war,
Until came the stranger with promises apart
To peace draw from pale morals, to poison;
For he who walks, scarred hands bloody,
Licked by beastly wild tongues, borne by talons.