by ianblackpoet

Illuminating spark of grace

And harbinger of life

Hellish fiend without restraint

The enemy of peace

Philanthropist and vital spring

In measures equal, thief

Both beast and bearing womb of being

In balance, give and take

The element of living fate

So elegant and free

Kingdom, crown, and solemn kin

Devoured in your wrath

Tender, warm and welcome touch

The healing hands of light

Claws and clutches, vile as sin

The savage grasp of woe

You live without a breath, your own

And die without remark

In your wake, both death and life

You, dancer in the dark