The Dark Knight Rises

If you could, if you would,

Open your eyes,
See the fire burning deep in the recesses of your mind,

If you would, if you could, please open the corner upon the window and let some light shine.

Or has the darkness become so bright that you cannot bear it?
Or is it that you cannot see it because you are blinded by the darkness of your ever ending doom?

I do not know wether it is here or there, or even out upon the stairs.

But... But what I do know is this...
When you dwell upon the eve of your collapse,
The eve of your doom,
Do you watch the fires burn from yonder distance?
Or do you come forth with the fury of a thousand men?

I cannot answer for you,
For the pain that is soon to follow will do more than just cease you from being,
A pain so intense and revitalizing that it causes you to thus stand, and so you do.

I cannot lift you, my arms are weak and broken,
Here however, grab my foot and hold on, for that is not yet broken.

Your season never so clear, your earthen wares ever so choked and broken,
The blood dripping from your fingers,
The blood on your hands which is not mine,
And not yours, but of the people of this city,
Their flames ever so bright and flickering,
And now they die with no more than a thought of pain beriddled by fear.

The flames are rising up, are you watching?