The Fire has extinguished.
Red embers grow cold and gray.
No longer does passion overrule.
The mind and the dark reaches of a burnt soul
Now rule in hallowed grounds of love and
To see, to feel, to nearly touch
Only to remain invisible to your heart.
For the one brief second, he thought that you
Until others obscured your vision
And faded away from common ground did he.
After the fall does winter set.
Summer winds that fuel the flames to
Consume on themselves.
Blackness reigns over him
No survivors left to rebuild.
Retribution, he guesses, for an arsonist heart.