Pyrotechnic

there was a day of darkness
in its bowels grew emptiness
in its heart grew a tree
mortal angels still saw black
felt mysteries and girth of the dark
stars? oh! obscene!
skies bled
rage poured red
dwellings burned!
A world turned!
light is born!
World is Dead!
light is born!
but all is dead!
a stalk through their smiling head!
play with birth,
play with fire
Count the days,
kill desire
take my wings,
fly away
keep your thoughts
for another day.