Fire

 

Red shadows throw themselves against the wall,
Darting and flickering, never really there at all.
Darkly the wraiths flicker, the story older than time,
Flames grabbing at their heels, the endless rhyme.

 

Etching their memory into the charcoal coals
Like the moaning wails of a thousand lost souls.
The fire leaping ever higher in an endless dance,
Pulling in the shadows, captured in a trance.

 

Blazing sparks shoot upwards to the blackened sky,
The futile journey extinguished as they fade and die.
Their ashes cutting the dark facade like a scar
As they fall back to the earth like a broken star.

 

Enter the flames, feel the black smoke hold you,
Singed by the coals and filled with their red hue.
Dance within the blaze, make your sweeping turn
And learn here in the flames what it is to burn.