As I slink closer, I spot a flame
A flame of kindled love, tortured and maimed
The flame then flickers
Once then twice then the wicker
Catches into fire
As the flame roars and the fire grows higher
I run in fear of this growing disaster
But then I realize, the flames are warm, the heat is plastered
To my cold cold body, I slowly grow closer to the dancing flame
I may be recalled this moment as when the reality came
I have been found by my purpose, to be away from here
I’ll never forget how it felt to be so near
To death itself, and endless cold
I found my person, my hope, my gold
So if you find yourself here,
Get a special person to lend a hand quite near
To this world where lost souls go
Where we bend low
With self doubt and self hate
Brewing in anger and not quite great
So find your mate
And don’t brew your hate
Stay away
Far away from this world of which all betray
Goodbye; farewell
Do not dwell
In this land of ice and snow