Fire

Sitting here by the blazing fire,

mutes my voice and feeds desire.

As my tears turn into fresh dust,

my heart begins to beat and rust.

By destruction and by pain,

I see beauty once again.

Underneath the weary sky,

I smile as I cry.

How wonderful to hear,

the calls of those who were once near.

Now their shadows meet their host.

Why, it's for them, I hold a toast.

I bring them warmth by the fire.

How their hearts heat with desire.

But by a draw of icy breath,

they suddenly meet a cruel death.

Only their magnificent ashes remain,

and I will spread them in memory again.

I know what it is I've lost,

but was love to be the cost?

For I loved and loved and gave my all,

but I see it mattered not, big or small.

Whatever the reason the fire burns bright,

I knew it was because of me,

nothing was done right.