Immolation

You will never truly know power
until you hold immolation in your hand

when with a flick of your wrist
you could either spread devastation
or plunge a world into darkness

and none could stop you.

It's a power that some call unnatural
unfit for a single mortal soul to carry
even blasphemous

but if the gods disagreed with my possession of it
I assume they would take it
or strike me down where I stand

and since I remain untouched by divine fury
they must approve
or at least be ambivalent.

If only those that surround me
insecure in their own power
could see that

then maybe I would have a moment of peace
without the threat of a sword in my back
or a rain of arrows overhead.

You'd think they'd realize by now
that the only reason I've charred so many of them to bone
is their own decision to hunt me
and tear down any semblance of a normal life I build
until nothing but ruins remain.

Maybe it's time I strike first
and leave none of the bastards behind.