Crimson goddess screams her fury, Scarlet flames flaring from the frigid ground And lapping at the gold washed skyline
To strike that ever elusive ember Into existence once again Wrenching me from all-consuming melancholy, Let this hollow spark of mine burn free
It may feel like your voice isn't being heard, like you as an individual don't matter in the scope of the world. Just know this. You do matter as a person, and your voice matters. You being here does make a difference in the world.
But perhaps, we can achieve eternity Through the memories and hearts Of our loved ones
Silk strings lacing throughout my mind Are the only remainders of the spider and its journey