Oh, the fire is gone,
my life crackles,
like the last embers.
Burning bright,
exploding high,
they glow and they dim and they die.
Their last life blows into the night,
and disappears as I lay asunder.
In my smoldering ruins,
I cry,
as my tears evaporate off my charcoal cheeks.
Covered in soot,
I fizzle and die.
Tomorrow,
my ashes will burn.