Nothing frightens me,
not even the darkness that beckons.
Not the pills that promise oblivion,
nor the blade that lays me bare.
Not the tears that momentarily escape,
nor the memories that haunt me still.
Not even Death's siren song,
which whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
For in the dance of flames and wind,
I found a spark that refused to die.
And though I was ready to surrender,
I couldn't let go of you.