Of Water and Fire

[sanguinetempest]

I am the enemy
of the child that guards
this gate
I thought perhaps he'd
listen to lies
because of his youth
I underestimated his
wisdom and instinct
and I am
once again unable to
embrace this frozen dirt
as my home
dissatisfaction writhes into hatred
because I deserve to be
inside the warmth
but as my wrath boils over
and pours onto the child
I am wounded
my name is rejection and
the child laughs as he
morphs into
smoke and shadow