Crisis Apparition

Was woken early morning by the smell of smoke and fumes
My eyes awoke to see a flame come dancing in the room
And as she dance she dazzled & entranced me with her gaze
And suddenly I realized that my room was now ablaze

I had to leave the comfort of what once had been my home
The flames once burnt had left me without a thing to call my own
My heart reduced to ashes and my soul reduced to tears
Collapsed and burned and bloody, broken way beyond my years

I thought I could hear Sekhmet whisper
Crackling my name
Saying ”Do not fear your death my friend, fear life and all its pain”
“The pain that you have suffered and the pain that’s yet to come”
“The pain if there’s a next life and the pain if there is none”

I sifted through the embers not sure what I hoped to find
Perhaps a vision of your face perhaps a sacred sign
The blackened frames and timbers glowed a flashing orange gold
The colors that a true love said once was the me of old

The smell of smoke was beaten by the smell of petrichor
The rains washed all the ashes, cleansed the tears and rinsed the pores
Your flames they were majestic shame they were but smoke and lies
You’re cursed with disappointment now until the day you die