Half of a piece,

There are blazing flames

torching within me

stark agianst the

spreading dusk

my day fading under

a blanket of night

a tower of darkness

enveloping my world

sweeping all the lights,

all natural and man-made

until there is none

expect,

these blazing flames

a midnight blue dragon-flame

roaring into a world

lost to darkness

and there’s

a putrid smell of smoke

flooding my nostils

the taste of ash vivid

on my tounge

parts of my flesh torn away,

burnt away,

till you could see the ghost white

bones beneath

as I move foward,

riding aross the wind

following the line streaks

on the sky, left by stars

into the woods.

searching for a star,

a seed of an oak

with deep roots

spreading within the earth

strong agianst a tide of

tsunami,

to feed these blazing flames

and ignite them once agian,

to a firey, blazing red-orange phenoix,

that will crawl from ashs of my bones,

a shot of arrow

into my world

that will

spiral everything to life once-agian.