Monday 15 September 2008

A poem I made

Oh , how thy blaze astounds me.
A majestic flame dancing in the centre of its sacred mould
To protect its core.
Though it seems pure,
And its performance mesmerizing,
Don't be fooled.

When threatened, the graceful spirit is replaced by an almost
Demonic source.
Violently moving to and fro in order to protect its inner most being.
It has the power to inflict fear
Into people's hearts
And the ability to destroy
All it touches.

Watch the performance it creates,
Indeed do.
But do not witness what it
Hides from you.