Black Fire

Burning all essence,

Burning what's left of life,

Flames of darkness

Are the only source of light.

As paper thin being

Twisted in a blazing inferno-

Edges charred,

Self to ash,

Ebbed away,

Licked in flames-

Lithe life is wrenched

Into twisted form.

Flames of black

Creating light,

Full and blinding,

Putting out senses

With a putrid radiance.

Fighting, black fingers

Reaching up towards all soul

To pull it down

Into and inky, clouded sun,

Fiery death.

But not to be put out-

Pain to prevent fear-

For flames of black

The only source

Of light.