The Inferno

The painted sky

is brought to life

with flickers of golden light.


I have torched the night

with the war cry you taught me.


We are an inferno,

fueled by knowledge,

casting our fervor.

Let us burn through pages;

mark these words -

scar them into thicker skin.


We are an uprising.

The coals don't die;

they are left to tell the story

of our journey - our glory.


We are meteors.


You, who held the poker,

forged the stars,

I hope to match

your opposing ember,

not be scorched by the glow.

This poem is about: 
My family


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