Purge

I am the voice atop mountains

The cascading avalanche

I am the whisper in the forest

And the whistle through dead limbs

I am the depths of the ocean

And the sand at the shore

I am eternal

Vast, and beyond mortal grasp

I am fire and ash

The embers of your last breath

I am chaos embodied

And order ensured

I am the clouds racing

And the shadows pacing

Along the edges of the room

I am a corpse exhumed

A thousand times, a soul removed

From the ley lines of the world

I am pure energy

A clean cut

I am witness to death and life

With the same eyes

I am extinguished light

The image still burned

Into your retinas

I am the center of the night

And the flames that burn high

I am the secret key

To locked doors

I am certainty amidst the confusion

Memory beneath the concussion

The scalpel to your blunt instruments

I am the voice atop mountains

The one you only knew

In echoes and consequences

I am curiosity piqued

And desire sated

I am the visible breath of dreams

And reality faded

The catalyst that bleeds

To lead astray

I am a devil in the darkness

A savior so hated

But within your thousand sentences

I have not been bound yet.