Embers
There is a fire in me.
Like Calcifer to Howl, it speaks to me.
Somedays it cries, screams and gleams.. Sadly.
Other days it roars and soars,
It carries my dead weight!
On another day, it’s blue.
Not in sorrow, but in content.
Pure, innocent, fierce, as if immortal.
I retain this spirit in my mindspace,
On this wall where I save
Every imaginary portrait of it
In Every encaptured phase.
Of how this wildfire fades and grows
From inferno to flames
Unto embers as it goes.
My frame is a space in all hues of a flame.
This fire in me, my soul.
Paints a work of art on its own.
The embers it leaves
Sparks the heart of another it scorns.
It stains in greens, yet only to glow.
To paint me a frame, magestic and tall
Warm and cold, true to it all..
