Werefire Poem by Satan's Sibling

The flame flickers,
I stare into it,
And let it sear my eyelids.
It takes all my will power to not jump,
Into the fire.
I look up at the setting sun, and wonder,
It is millions of times the size of this fire,
Yet It does not burn, unless you soar too close.
I look down at the WereFire.
Man's temptation of flame,
The invention of guile,
And wit.
It burns still,
I look into it,
And see.
I see a girl,
Red hair, burning in the WereFire,
And I laugh,
For she burnt my heart long ago,
And now karma serves it's justice.
So the WereFire burns,
It is, what I know it is.
It is HeartBreak.
I watch the embers burn away,
with the image,
And I smile at the stars.