Altar

Altar.I

Many listless hours in, the stone altar stands firm.
Not a single flamed kissed the cold granite
For many ages; as this would imply sustained life.
Dust gathers, spiders spin until doldrums
Set in; Such a barren place traps nothing.

Altar.II

A cool breeze blows, the altar stands exposed.
Blood-stained, lye-soaked but still unclean
For my efforts; bound to a past of crass mistakes.
Times passes, the worlds spins its axis
In circles; while this cavern stands firm.

Altar.III

Repetition is key, the altar foolishly learned.
Form surrounds and engulfs, bringing a sense
Of order upon it; an empirical existential dilemma.
Wills imposed, the world around has spoken
Its creed; variation means uncertain destruction.

Altar.IV

Time has lost all meaning, the altar simply is.
Questions unanswered, an answer would simply
Be lost in time; fallen upon the deafest of ears.
Exist here, understand self-chosen exile from
the heart; a loveless altar misses not its flame.

Altar.V

A smile from the horizon, the altar glows red.
The spark of life, bursting upon the scene 
Causes it to falter; a lone ember burns softly.
Fight as it might, this altar cannot stand firm and
face down the flame; awash in the familiar sting.


Altar.VI

The flame burns on, the altar's form confines.
A burning sensation, alien from cold but
forgotten desires; welcomed back home again.
Form cannot sustain, the burning has taken a
Firm grasp; options thinned to flesh and bone.

Altar.VII

Form is lost -- the inferno rages.
The infectious warmth
Brought to life
An Altar
Long-past forgotten.