ode to the flame

on winter nights i sat by you

your warmth to which gave me life

your pickles and crackels lit up my living room

rebelling the dark spirits of the night

there would always be a time where i would wake up in fear

and rush down the stairs to where your light was the only thing my young eyes could bare

you’ve burned so many and caused others death

but yet i grew fond of my own fireplace’s breath

you gave dragons power and demons a place to live within

but the one thing you could have was the ability to love

so i sit here on the ever so cold night

hoping that one day your flame will brighter than god’s light

but until that day you remain in my living room

and that is where you’lll stay

beneath the cold hard steel and imprisoned by glass

watching my family run free

while you burn your life away to nothing but a pile of ash