Destruction is a Beautiful Thing

By: Riya Kumar

Oh destruction is such a beautiful thing

When you can find beauty in everything

Fire burns, consumes, destroys

But tongues of flame dance and rejoice

The fire that burns is just as beauteous

As the scars it leaves

And the blood it bleeds

The ash and smoke and burnt remains

The pastel joy that’s since been maimed

Devastation's burning rubble,

as enchanting as Laughter’s bubble

And agony, melancholy...pain

the posy of wolf’s bane

It hurts as much as loving amain

All as alluring as Summer’s rain,

A forest is gorgeous

Aureate and glorious

With leafy boughs, dewy leaves...a mossy carpet dappled golden

And embers soaring, tumescent clouds of smoke beholden

Called to the heavens from a roaring ocean

Of blossoming flames and awe full explosions

Moaning giants collapse amid a wildly bewitching inferno, time frozen

And what of majestic dynasties that rise

To ruin

And fall

To glory?

Or anger, felicity, bliss or death...?

There’s treasures to be found in every breath

‘Cause pleasure is ever present in Life’s infinite depths

Open your eyes to see the opulent dilapidation

In towering pillars of antediluvian devastations

It is the same magnificence in your own heart’s palpitations

Or the nightmares of your mind’s creations

(Tread carefully ‘pon your heart’s desecrations

Or invoke the ire of dread temptations)

Crumbling ruins of old

They scintillate as eruptions of gold

And there’s a body grown cold

To taste the rose of decay at every fold

How enchanting and morose!

And oh! Destruction is such a beautiful thing

When awe full beauty’s found in everything