Fixed Fires

What more can be said
of the ways of the world
that hasn't been said or felt before?
The opening of hearts
the freeing of souls
the corners of those wicked doors.
A test of time; or so they say
A test that lasts within your day.
Those pesky moments
the ones we forget
the ones we've covered
with a cloud of cigarette.
And all the while
they stay enclosed
through the sacred spots
inside your soul.
The gems of life
that which we call love
the ones we've labeled
heaven from "above"
And down "below"
is just the same
the playing fields
of this polar game.
But ah, alas, the time is nigh
the time when all the earthlings sigh.
This funny time of shifts and turns
when all the books in the fire burn.
And some will look upon and yell
"the antichrist is here in hell!"
And some will panic and disengage
and watch their systems fall as they rage,
where do we go from here?
And some will look upon the lot
and see those coals within the fire
the one that burned the many books
and Know of the gems glowing gently.
Why do you smile?
Why do you wear that wicked look?
That sparkle in your eye?
They'll question and question and wonder how,
How could she be so cunningly sly!
I know she's up to something.
And as the one who smiles reflects back
the tidings of love she has for thee,
She opens her heart to the joy of the moment
the one that marks her purpose in history.
The one that rises above the ashes,
who knows no glory without the phoenix
Who is the Keeper of Triality
beyond the angels and the 666.
Who sees the gems within the fire,
the one that burns those beautiful tales
of human life and all its desires
The dramas, the passion and all it entails.
And as the crowd disperses away,
scratching their heads wondering of the day
The day the world will cease to exist...
The one who smiles has warmth in her heart
As she knows the rage of the fire
is as beautiful as the coals that burn beneath it.
For the only way the tales can be set free
is if they burn with vibrancy
leaving a mark of glowing gems
that the one who smiles
can see.