The flames rise,
And sparks glint with savagery,
The oil burns everlasting
Embers grow passionate,
Its palms bring warmth.
Insulation from that despondent winter.
Fear not, go forth
It is but a light,
Fear not, go forth
It may actually bite
Conniving is the fire,
Charred is the beholder
Its talons claw ruthlessly
Fear not, go forth
For this too shall pass
Fear not, go forth
For its sustenance shall pass
Written by Maryann Mathew
