Acidion the Golem

I once met a man,
Of Hardened,
Blackened fire,
As I wandered down a road,
Full of petty ire.

He yelled and jeered,
And called my name,
His tone was full of hate,
Of me and mine,
And his and mine,
And something about my mate.

I wandered over just to ask him,
How he knew my name,
And he replied,
So soft the sound did die,
"It was you that did create me..."

"I know your name,
Your favorite stone,
And how you love your wife,
Your mother's face,
Your father's tone,
And the deeds you've done to make me."

And as he and I explored,
The origins of his birth,
His acid tone,
And his obsidian face,
Start to look just like me.

So much so,
I caught myself,
Before I called him,
With mine own,
And asked him,
"What's your name?"

And he responded,
Quite sincere,
With a happy, cheerful smile,
"My name is no wonder,
Yes it's quite simple,
I'm Acidion."

And to respond,
As I did,
"My pleasure, Acidion."


You create your own irks and quirks, and if you don't control yourself, they can get out of control.
Try meditating on serenity and calm every morning for ten minutes before you get out of bed, I assure you, it will improve your day.

"Man is his own downfall, Not the devil."

ISA