Somewhere deep, a fire kindles
Stoked by passion, burned by flame
A secret chamber with no location
Known by no common name
This red, glowing coal
In essence a soul
Is warm, and yet terrifying
But if denied, these flames will die
Extinguished by cold undying
An ice palace grim
Melted by passion's whim
And stoked to a roaring flame
Where the fires will burn
Until once again turned
To the ashes of a once-whispered name
Many a flame,
And many a name,
And many a chill undying
Til ghost be given
Forgived or unshriven
And buried in ground goodbying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very passionate poem, Cherie. Thanks