A responsibility
The Flames
Meant to be shared between two
And only two
Once a tender leaves?
Together we must link the flames
the heat cannot be handled by one.
but thats where the responsibility falls
Desperately trying to warm others
with the flames unfathomable rage
reaching out for help
losing His humanity
But to no avail
Burning everyone in It's wake
the flame is eternal, but the fuel is not.
The tender becomes
A charred husk of what he used to be,
Nevertheless he keeps his great affinity for the fire.
He who was the king of sunlight
Is Now
The Lord of Cinder,
A scorched soul,
A forlorn epitome of disconsolation.
left to weep in the kiln of the flame He created
to protect us from the corruption of darkness
Only in a place like this
Can a new,
True spark
Be Born.




*Here's to the saddest story i know

Looking through a magnifying glass
Trying to understand how I Function
Figuring if you can comprehend my thought process
Than you have me all figured out
I really do hate to disappoint but,
Your Wrong.
Your tongue waits
wielding mendacioness, ready to strike
Your words sting,
A miasmal plague on our holy essence is the bi-product.
But I do forgive, and i do carry on
For I am no fool
I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
And
Only I can judge me.