Fire Folding Fringes Of Forgotten Paper,
Embers Glowing Gently In The Sky,
Mimicing The Stars--Tangled In The Very Fabric,
Of The Web Of Words In A Worn Script,
Cryptic Yet So Familiar It Hurts,
Golden And Scarlett The Trail Burns Torrid,
The Fire Swallows The Moon In One Hearty Gulp,
And The Flame Stitches That Empty Chasm Shut,
Blackened Smoke Seals The Last Crevasses In The Sky,
Leaving The Stars Peering Through Thick Clouds,
And The Embers Waved To Them Lightly,
As They Completely Cooled And Fell As Husks,
And The Mighty Flames Still Reached For Out Of This World,
Soot Stained The Ground Paving The Path Goodbye,
The Flame Slowly Dwindled To A Light Kindle,
As My Eyes Ajusted To The Returning Moonlight