Shattered and plastered
with filth and grime,
the rescuing of it
truly sublime.

Intentions..
Once so pure in drive,
abused, misguided
but somehow alive.

Wrapping it delicately
in ribbons and thread,
pocketing it gently..
Home to be fed.

Banquets of trust
and feasts of revival,
nourishing souls
starved for survival.

Given a home
and even a name.
Reassured thoroughly
it was never to blame

for the cruelty of others
and wrongs in the world,
for words spoken harshly,
or lips downward curved.

Slowly and tediously
it flourished and grew,
resembling something
almost fully renewed.

In my warm room,
in silence surround,
it found its own voice
in booming resound.

It thrived and found strength
in its own quiet resolve.
It shifted and shuttered
and began to evolve.

Ferocious and mighty
with lost concept of fear,
it began to consume
all that was near.

The home that restored it,
the soul that showed love,
the solid foundations,
and the moon hung above.

It fed and it fed
until nothing was left
and then with a whimper
it starved cruelly to death.

As darkness flowed and ebbed
into its veins
it was surrounded by stars
and the galaxies that remained.

Gapping maws gnashing
at universe aline.
Tangenting branches
slipping through time.

stars that pulse
collapse and grow
renewal
destruction
is all that is known.