The reign of my fire is becoming
Silent in my solitary vigil,
Fighting against a forgotten remembrance
That is unavailing,
Frightened in the delicate flame
Drowning against it’s feeble light,
I am no longer amongst
The rage, in the pit
Just rising smoke,
To the vanishing,
I have raged through many years
But now, the dying light
Consumes me,
There is no choice in the wolf
Extinguishing my uproar,
This is no fabled mind,
Only, a paralyzed struggle
Against an inevitable occurrence,
I don’t see my reflection
A rapidly fading blaze,
I’m submitting to abyss
In my candelabra
Surrounded, by none,
I’ve rampaged for as long as I could
To not lenient against
The swallow of the light,
No more, can I lift shield
Against it’s overbearing sword,
Take me to the night.
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