Your love,

a Doomsday Device.

splendid annihilation

Incurring this world’s end,

But not without

a new beginning.

You have set free,

elements lurking beneath.

Wonderful golems,

sprites,

and ancient harmonies,

That ooze from the underground —

Finally set free,

From the destruction,

of the layer concrete.

Keeping nature’s wonders,

condemned to Hades.

What is love

without destruction?

What is life

without death as its feed?

You bring death,

So new life may be born —

From the muck.

The mystical,

never disappeared.

It was merely sleeping:

In tombs of cement,

Buried

beneath city streets.

Anointed,

by the piss of the homeless,

By dried soda,

Caked in ash,

From cigarettes,

Dropped in passing.

So,

when you finally come,

To level Manhattan,

And let these,

New, bastardized elements,

Evaporate,

The underbelly

re-emerges.

Life,

Born of the dark goddess herself.

Natural.

Wondrous.

Terrifying.

“Through fire, nature is reborn whole.”