I am a creation of power,
birthed by roots of sacrifice,
illustrated by tragedy,
built upon the smiles, of those that have been waiting the entire day for it.
I have given love,
to the sun.
It's heat leaks in to my veins,
tattoos itself to my body.
It has burned me,
but not buried me.
I awake, amongst the demons of war.
I rise, beyond the instrument of chaos, amplified in to energy's ear.
The night sky has fallen,
upon the roof of my light.
Space agrees with time,
Batman and The Joker,
share a laugh.
Roses, fall upon the feet of hope.
Eagles, fly above the sorrows of reality.
Clouds, rhythmically play a tune, for the crowd below.
Waves, crash amongst the peace of the beach.
Nature, has learned to fall asleep during war.
The world hugs, holds hands,
the yin, and the yang,