All that Remains

Of Castles and Clouds

The girl of fire is a beauty, with a need for more

Acknowledged and dangerous and rich 

Empowering and lively, bright and reckless

With a younger relative, not quite so eager to scratch that itch

She had a younger sibling

Who cried smooth, wax tears

Drip

Drip

Dripping, melting away when she got to close

Just as what was feared

Her love was just too much, for this candle kid

Too brilliant, too bright

For this child was made of malleable wax

And all she did was melt, surviving her flame an ever-lasting fight

If she were to be safely close

She would have to cool

Sadly, that was not possible

Her burning fire a tool

And so she kept her distance

After cutting it close far too many times

And the candle kid was then safe

Just lacking her lovely rhymes

But the damage was already inflicted

The harm already done

Wax tears had flowed as they melted

And with the skin, became one

The child tried to wipe away their tears

With their painted hands

Alas, the color smeared onto their cheeks

Across their skin and through their hair, like sand

This young child is the rainbow

The bridge between this plane and the next

A land of pure creativity

Everyone else looking at their imaginary portal, vexed

This child is quite light

So, away they float

Up

Up

Up in the air, they fly with the birds

To the safety of their clouded castle, surrounded by a moat

The fire girl can only visit

This exquisite, ethereal place

For she can only fly so long

Before she can no longer keep pace

After a span of time too long

The fiery-winged girl

Begins to plummet to the earth

This was not what she wanted at all

Exhausted, she could only lay on the ground

And look up into the clouds

Making their shadows into shapes

And hoping to hear her sibling, loud

The candle kid was way up there

Away from everyone else

Wrapped in their own world

Keeping to theirself

So the girl of paper skin lay in the grass

With her sibling way up high

And couldn't help but wonder

'What would they do to get by?'