I’ve waited, but not so very long.
The human life is lace before the cosmos.
You thought to elude me?
You locked the door?
I was amused to let you think you actually
accomplished something,
pleased to let you think
you got away.
You merely stoked my anger.
I simply lengthened
my patience,
even as I stoked the fire of
my wrath.
They speak of the foundations of the soul.
I will turn yours to rubble,
shatter you until
pebbles of bone fleck the marrow.
Your destruction will edify me.
And the fire you see in the distant sky
is yours,
and yours
alone.
Welcome home,
damnation’s
bastard
child.
BlackQuill 