Citadel

As the seasons turn and spoil A crooked axis guides my way Down unsung paths that burn out The most hardened of drifters. Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years? Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within? Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. A fire burns deep in the citadel of my heart. I will break free from captivity. I will weather the storm. I will shake free from detritus. I will harness the wild flame.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 17, 2025