Power
by S. Viddaurri

caught in the midst
of it's power
feel the calling of
the hour
ecstasy blooming like
a flower
how high? so high
reach the tower
no guilt no fear
no conscience
to sour
my choice
my voice
my control i rejoice
my battle i cry
in triumphant noise
my steps my path
my love my wrath
cleansed of pain
spiritual bath
another number a name
on a page
for knowing sin
what is the wage?
i'll know no cage
or you'll know rage.