"It was the darkest of days"

It was the darkest of days
That day I saw the vulture hungering at me
So menacingly and so malignant

The day when dark obscured the sun and my light
When all that I saw, and wanted to see, was dust and death

But then—oh, then!
A coruscating sword arose from a nowhere place
And pierced, and sliced, and re-knit my heart

It was then—then
That rebellion and antithesis decided
That I would not be askew or self-deprecating

Oh, yes—then
When I enwrapped myself with primal fire
And saw for the very first time:

My self

—M.M.