crackling wood, black smoke rises, the red snakes flickers its' tongues.
The heat is like soft silk, caressing my frozen soul.
sitting by the fireplace, the hearth silently whispers:
stay with me, I'm not like the others, stay, and sit, and watch me.
A calming sight, a soothing sound, everything was nice,
but my greedy heart was not satisfied, I wanted the fire higher!
more wood I threw in the fire place, my eager heart desires
to fasten the process of unfreezing my flesh, to hush my impatient soul.
put materials into the fire no more, my father sternly warned
for then you will cause unwanted harm,
no benefits would come.
but the red snake screamed at me:
NO! MORE! FEED ME!
HE WARNS YOU BECAUSE HE FEARS THAT YOU
WILL BECOME THE BETTER BURNER.
desiring warmth, I burnt more wood
and more!
and MORE!
AND MORE!
but instead of release, what I received
was a house of burning fire.
the fiery python engulfed my home,
with its mocking diamond eyes.
was it because I trusted the devil's advice,
or the greed thats of my own?
tried to mimic the story in the garden of eden.
