The way for years, I was blinded
A decade; left behind it
In this circle of flames,
I couldn't see it
I knew the truth
But you just couldn't be it!
Hell's Flame was an almost cheap imitation.
Next to your scorch; complete immolation.
The flames around me,
The desperation
As I lost but never again found me.
It was 'shot to the ground, '
But I couldn't die from it.
The truth was lost and found.
I couldn't hide from it.
So I froze,
Until I melted,
My heart,
The burns and the welting
Burned down, all four;
Every chamber
And, even then, still
I stayed the same there.
Because the one thing in life
Which is real, is absolutely true?
Fire
is real.
And that fire was you.
© copyright 2019-2024 A Romantic Immolating Fury: We Murder The Thing We Love (Euphorest Fires, Pt.1)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Succinct and on point for an element of Fire love poem.
Thx so much, Julia! i might follow this up with a part two. :) Xx NDS