The Fire
Flames dance, never the same,
The liquid gold, shimmers, and pours out of every piece of wood,
And I, I just watch the fire.
The heat rushes to my face,
Warming myself, but my soul still remains cold and empty
And I, I just watch the fire.
My soul stays scarred and charred,
Just like those ashes, that the fire has consumed.
And I, I just watch the fire.
As the flames dance around the pit,
Thoughts of peacefullness enter my mind.
And I, I just watch the fire.
And as I leave the warmth of the pit,
Thoughts of corruption enter my mind,
As I prepare myself to enter the real world,
I remember the serenity of the flame.
