Fire
Kindred, in your heart, is a flame
Burning in your core, not yet tame
Out is the demon, in you the God
Fanning the flame, in a sordid clod
Words and thoughts fail to claim
All the glory you lost, what's left is a name
Burn in your own fire, if you will
Have ink in a quill but no tear to spill.
Then they came, the souls of saints
Pouring love, until you faint
Mind on desire, like water on fire
Back to a spark, out of the pyre.
Copyright © Era Wegad | Year Posted 2018
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