A figure unknown- aglow, ablaze!
Mighty he stands, smoke pouring from his terrible gaze
The crackling of wood speak the words he must say
The longer he stands the thicker the haze
His words go unknown yet cut to the core
They pour from his teeth as molten ore
Hitting the ground the fire spreads more
Lashing in anger the flames make his decrees a roar
The wind picks up and his timbers glow red
The haze, his covering, falls from his head
The figure revealed and it is my dread
His embers steam as the life within him is shed
His facade dulls to gray in the wake of the gale
He cracks and chips as I begin to wail
The dust twirls about as his body is made stale
No longer does he stand, but his legs do fail
He collapses as a heap at my feet
His ash yields a lingering heat
It steams when my tears with it meet
Shall it always like this be?
Greater Expectations 