Old Flame Poem by Evelyn Ward

She sways and whispers, like the wisps of smoke
Winding like a snake,
Dancing to create
An illusion to conceal the past she broke

She prowls and blisters, like the tongues of fire
Magnificent in power,
She searches to devour
Any log-dumb men who fall prey to her guile

She drops and withers, like the cold gray ash
Pitifully, she ends;
She desperately begins
To groan for fuel to help her hide her past

Dead and empty, she must kill
Something living to be real