Withered Fire Poem by Cody Marks

Are ashes what's left of my fire
Are there cinders left for my soul
Shall my flames dance again
In the evening's eastward wind

What shall fuel my flames
What timbers are left of it
This is no mere match
For I am about to dissipate

Shall I rage on now
Will my red burst forth
From dancing hot waves
May I burn a blue hue

If I take it all to heart
Will I wither away today
Can this travesty cease
Before my flames do