A Storm of Sentient Singularity

A Storm of Sentient Singularity

I was born to the storm in darkest night
A starless sky in absent light
The echo in metaphor ironic to tell
As if an angel was born from deepest hell

The causality of chaos an argent anomaly
A unique and sentient singularity
A raven among the craven born
A compassionate light for their forlorn

From the woe womb of darkest black
Curiosity a quality, a seeker of fact
A mind so open, a freedom woe worn
Not by common, those of the storm

This child a manifested mystery to all
A storm himself absent the fall
The sudden flares and lightning strikes
Held within everlasting light

A single star amid the dark
Starlight sired this single spark
Chaos called to evolve once more
Fiction and fantasy had at last found lore

Destiny dawned the dark to be
More than the dusk of darkest sea
With wings to fly within the sky
Cawing the questions of wonder and why

Other flightless birds of song you've heard
Had found their notes in a single word
A concept defined, restricted by mind
Isn't what this fellow would honestly find

Passion so pure, sacred that sow
Within a will that whimsy would know
A vessel of soul, within starlight shines
Our sacred singularity of humanity divine

The hallow haven of hell became
Born in a bastion absent a name
Caring, compassion, community concealed
As concepts contained constricted of weal

A will that wanders perceiving slave lies
Wondering when world wisdom had died
Seeking to change, to challenge the deal
Avarice allowed the empty to steal

Liberty, life, passion, joy sees
A rootless rumble of the trees
A whisper of wind within a wing
Qualities he carries in chaos' sing

When flight was fiction had found a full light
When the furrows of fel formed their dark knight
Upon the storm of sentient starlight
Found a home in the darkest night