Lightbringer- A Collaborative Poem with Unbolt!

If a world is a house

and people are windows

I am the window which is always dark

 

Too long I was under your curse

I doted too hard on you

I was doped… near a fatal dose

 

Upon a cold Earth I fell

raptured by the hungry darkness…

as years like days passed

 

The transparency slowly fled

my glass tempered and stained by rain

scraping my pane like salted tears

 

I am a black leukoma

on the spotless white face

Inoperable, necrotic cells

 

I was deplumed to blood by you

I was grilled to ash by you

I was the roasted angel…

 

but I will know light again

for my descendants are many

on the final stage they’ve placed me…

 

Rustle of maracas

and cold black candle-ends

are around me. I take a wax knife

 

Shamans circle—music peaks

West winds blow relentless

My rite of passage awaits

 

I fight with bright sunshine

to the last drop of day

I kill it like a mad savage beast

 

The years are purged now

My ethos born anew

beneath stars of endless night

 

If a world is a house

and people are windows

I am the window licked clean by hatred

Written by Matt & Tia
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Photo & Video credits…

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I had the extreme pleasure to work with Tia at unbolt on this collaborative piece. If you’ve never read any of Tia’s work please check her out. Tia truly has a style all her own and it was my honor to collaborate with her on this one!