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Ripped from the life he’d known
His center shattered, the shards
Breaking the shell of his self regard
Or, indeed, of any regard-
The world overturning headlong,
Tumbling,
And Pain his boon companion,
He finds himself reborn to Fate,
That monstrous parent.
The evil he once was-
Human, small, informed only
By human needs and desires-
Is gone now, the way his lying eyes are gone.See him, he is truth now
Whipped on by the winds, the dust,
The heat of the sun-
The merciless elements have pulled taut the strings
That dance him to their will.
The earth guides his feet, the heavens
Support his elbow; he will not stumble.Something that has need of him now
Points out the way, in the black cavern
Unerringly, amidst the crashing maelstrom
Vertigo and pain.
There is no time to remember;
There is no time for fear;
In the shocking fall, how the feathers tear bloodily away
From the sprouting wings on his shoulders.He is the bolt of the storm
He is the land’s rage
He is an angel of revenge
He is a tree burning.