Carry the torch

Ancient earth
saved from the fangs of time 
brought through 
melted
formed
melted
formed
melted 
seeping from pressure
screeching
beseeching
longing
for the freedom of
utter
incineration

exploding with rage from 
a prison of 
stone 
screaming at the joy of freedom
yelling from sheer
delight 

shouting at gleeful sizzling pitches
at the lust for death by flame
saved from time
killed by fire
I am the torch that has burned long before
the earth knew fire
and I will burn long after your ancestors are a forgotten memory
lost in the smoky dusk
of a Yellowstone night.

By: Valor Gentian