Fire and Embers..

I would be called a queen of fire,The returning arc was disappointing,In that silent patch of sky,I would fade like snow-white hair.

I am scorched like a flame-bearer,Pains fill every cell,It floats without light, without stars,They strike the heart like a spear.

I will lock the memories in Pandora’s box,For the ignored longing that does not heal,I would hide them in magical places,The certainty of loss is not enough.

The key cast to hell so I wouldn’t have it,I turned the tear beneath my eye into a willow,Just as my heart tells me, embers and fires,I quenched the embers with the pouring rain.

Years of burning, I hid myself behind them,I never heard the fire’s raging flame,Only the look in the eyes that the white dawn fades,You fled far from me, oh cursed distance!