Driven by steadfast ambition and burning desire,
Not many have witnessed the delicate petals of the flowers hidden deep in the fire..
What does the world see? What is true within this red hot armour,
The soft core seldom revealed to a few, its beautiful glistening glamour.
The desire to dominate, the ambition to be feared,
The true reason revealed in the burned pages when the fire is extinguished and smoke cleared.
The vision to rise above, came from a head beaten low,
Only by knowing darkness can one have the fire to glow...
From being disappointed came the drive to be proud,
The flowers of old already under the fiery shroud.
What is under that armoured chest? Is there a heart that beats..
What is under that cold hard stare? Is there a lovely smile it meets...
Many stayed afar and got warmth, many came close and burned..
Whatever given is somehow earned.
Anger's destructive flames burn it all down leaving only ashes to see,
The demons will catch up, it is impossible to flee.
The smoldering petals still alive deep within,
Eternal conflict who decides what will win...
Things happen, good or bad is not our concern,
Trust in god's plan, trust in our actions, right or wrong is difficult to discern.
By this flame I am driven, in this flame too I shall perish..
Before that i shall give these flowers to someone, for it is not mine to cherish...
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