Burning Kingdoms

Muttered in words unfeathered
Foreign tongue confusion but
Choice could not be undone
Even as Heaven opened up
Cried and cried for days
Intention remained pure
Stayed lurking in back
Coloring the underlining
Of every cloud, every thought
Muttered incantations bending
To my will alone, they construct
Keep me secure when dance begins
Up to the sky’s sighs
All around I made choices
Matches digging into palms
Singing muddy psalms
Slogged through the cold
Follow urgent intentions
Justice to be served
Lit matches on kingdom walls
Burned them down while Heaven
Opened its gates to let me out