Blind Fire

The fire of youth, enraged and wild, The first steps out from the shaded child, Into the waiting jaws of men, That dying dreams may live again.   Minds are cradled, knives are drawn, Cutting a path for the blazing dawn, Journeys begun without a choice, Following after their master’s voice.   Shaped and formed,... Continue Reading →

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