Blaze

Midnight screams in his soul
with fiery coffin visions,
he has tried to so hard to ignore
the voices burning in his head.

But daylight drives him insane,
the flame of its shining
possessing him with an inferno
of anger's white hot coals.

Mind trapped in hellish chasm,
demons dancing in tormenting
and slithering ecstasy
before his eyes,
moaning their vile and putrid breath
filled with such ghastly threats.

His bed becomes agony,
pain personified as macabre shaped fireworks
erupting over his head,
explosions sounding as banshee wails,
blood percolated with agony
from the evening's attempts
to consume his essence.

Shaft of silvery light pierces his ceiling
in the midst of the deepest second in dread,
eyes suddenly glow with strange azure hue,
suffering spirit finally awaken to his true identity,
angel training so severe to produce immortal warrior,
but necessary to strike the blaze of his real power,
casting off the darkness with an all knowing stare,
fingertips ready to flare at heaven's beckoning