Inferno
The ice is melting,
I can feel the heat.
The fire is spreading,
The pain is bittersweet.
The flame consumes all,
Living as well as dead.
Over this smouldering wasteland
I dare not ever tread.
I hold this little flame
And watch its carefree dance,
Longing for its freedom,
But I don't have a chance.
Never truly extinguished,
The flame lives on.
It still burns long after
All the ice is gone.
Copyright © Krissy Ward | Year Posted 2005
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