The Fire


The fire burns so brightly

Too brightly for me to resist

I'm an ugly moth

Lost in a repetitious era


The light, my destiny

It shines in my eyes

My reason to be

My most valuable prize


I stare in amazement

Every chance I get

Oh, how I would die

If that light were unlit!


And then, I come to see

I've been moving closer all this time

So close, so stuck on this fire

I'm guided there as if attatched to a wire


In the fire's welcoming arms

So warm, so painful

I'm thrown back, scarred and charred


But I can make it

My heart is mutilated

But I shall make it back


Into the warmth

Where I shall burn

And where I shall always love

The fire