As the final flame dies out,
Vanishes in the cloud of smoke –
Realisation shall take centre-stage,
Heat shall cease
And the heart,
That it was worth playing with fire.
The wilting desire,
Gathering like an army,
Clustering at the spawn of hell-fire
& bearing its wrath among those untainted souls..
Follow me to stay up to date with my writing tips/advice, schedule updates, special offers, prize giveaways, and writing-based competitions. Got any questions/inquiries? Hit that little email icon and send them over.