Belief...

I trod upon the fire
that raged through this realm
and what saved me?
What spared me the fate
of the weeds swallowed by
flickering tongues?

Of this
I know
nothing.

I held to my belief
that the divinities
I worshipped
would save me.
In the end...
did it really?
Or did it not?

I still am walking
alone
on my own-
they called me a freak
and a minion of the devil-
because I survived his scorching glare.

Now what?
Now I lay me down to sleep
and for a prayer
gladly would let priests keep
the gold of my youth
and the silver of my tears
because I just don't know
if I have any more
Belief.

A rich one am I
and a poor one all the same.
Scream?
Would I gladly
but for the devil's breath
that has seared my voice
into nonexistance.
I utter no more prayers
and sing no more hymns.
For now...
I have no belief.
I have nothing more to give
to the deities which both saved
and destroyed
my tiny life.