My grandmother's portrait

 She painted him on the wall
He once with wild hair in the darkness
eternal darkness blanketing

she painted him breathing fire
the void around
what did it provoke

soaked in darkness
quest for truth
comfort out here

like a prophecy waiting to play out
blazing heart pushes out
flames to meet the world

words to turn keys
In every door
so that one may conquer

brazen heart too often sparks
pools of flammable residue
on the road toward glory

words fall on them
effecting action
collecting momentum

soaked in darkness
quest for truth
she painted me