heartaches aside, <br /> <br />like a phoenix in valor, <br /> <br />final vows and final stands <br /> <br />from ashes we rise <br /> <br />and let our wings be as our spirits; <br /> <br />for those with wax in their veins <br /> <br />shall melt and fall into dust. <br /> <br />those with fire in their eyes <br /> <br />shall rise to Elysian peaks <br /> <br />nearly unsoiled, <br /> <br />yet a man's flaws may be <br /> <br />a means of his salvation, <br /> <br />the driving forces of redemption <br /> <br />shall churn as the cogs <br /> <br />of chaos and armageddon <br /> <br />invariably must turn <br /> <br />tying us all together <br /> <br />in the blood bond <br /> <br />we call existence <br /> <br />the very atoms of our souls <br /> <br />trembling, <br /> <br />awaiting ascension. <br /> <br />I make my stand now.<br /><br />Patrick Szwaja<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-save-our-souls/
