There is a fire burning,
in the fireplace.
It is black with onyx coal.
The fire is small and smokey,
chuck-full with black dark coal.
The fire takes some time to heat,
the flames begin so small,
the fire roars and heats my feet,
  light illuminates my soul.
The fire dies down early,
in the fireplace.
It is black with ash from coal.
The fire is cold and smokey,
Chuck-full with black dark coal.
The fire refuses to provide some heat,
no flame however small,
the fire quietly chills my feet,
dark consumes my soul.