Not fully finished yet.

Compelling the words, fire spun like clockwork beyond my head,
pushing me back as I fell deeper in to that craven world.
Tears threaten to catch me out as they pulled back in haste.
Haste that keeps together the form that solidifies outside of me.
Sickeningly sweet the body it completes manifest.
Energy it craved swept out by sudden humanity.
Crashing down the unstable temperate of climate that was my Paradise.