I ascend by the noose

by a-MAXiMINalist

Kylo Ren, though lingering in the liminal realm between Light and Dark, knows what he chose and tells himself he chose well. His soul struggles to fly away from the blinding abyss of Light. A series of poems that define his fractured consciousness.

3. I am the wisp of your pyre

I am the wisp of your pyre

hollowed of its skull

Master knows,

I do not deny your fabled "repentance"

the last-minute folly

induced by the emergency fatalism

of paternity.

I hate that Master forgives

and lightens the blow of punishment

I hate that Father tries to escort me

to the abyss of Light.

I hate that Mother still croons the lullabies

in her sleep

I credit her for revising the lullabies,

to "don't cry, boy,"

to "cry boy, cry as you need, boy."

I wish Master amplified the blows

because they think I'm soft

to require mercy.

I am the Second Coming of your legacy

they try to dose my rage

with cotton-softness

disarm my innate anger

with their shrunken wills.

I am your resurrection from your pyre.

I smell the burning metal and bones.

I am the residue of rust.

I forgive your misguided repentance.