Flaming embers burning hot Nothing like fire to hit the spot Books, Ink, The Power of the Pen It all will turn to ash in the end
Red, Hot and Glowing Bright My only visible light during the night Burning embers in my fingers sting At times I felt like burnt chicken wings
Eventually my final match burns out But that too is burnt out by a passing trout Now i'm alone without my flare So tommorow i'll start again elsewhere
bells_no_neko-chan · Tue Oct 12, 2004 @ 03:00am · 3 Comments |