He sits alone by the fire
bandaged face forlorn
lost in the memories
of a past not long gone
when he saw as others
with eyes that smiled.
Now he is hunched over
seeking warmth and yet
leaning in fear away
from the flames on the hearth
that remind him sorely
of mistakes recently made.
Just him and the fire stir
in all this darkened inn
and despite having voids
where once orbs rested
within his battered skull
colors bloom around him.
The broken one weeps
out of loss and fear mixed
as he realizes the losses
of the journey he made
up Paths to Damnation
of lives and sacred honor.
He sits alone by the fire
blinded by what he sees
as his third eye is opened
against his will and efforts
by mixed blessings of the gods
and curses of the Fates he serves.
Every living thing around him
blooms with colors that dance
swirling together in ways
that leave him dizzy
unable to stand firmly
let alone learn to walk again.
Amid the colors come dreams
of things yet to be real
things that threaten to become
and things that must never pass
as the fullness of his gifts
explode upon him after denial.
Pity the man at the hearth
blinded by arrogance and pride
and left blind despite seeing
by the inner flames blazing
within each thing living
or once having a life.
For he walked the Paths of Damnation
and shall forever more be thus cursed.
(2011)
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