Fire struck the woods
But only in my eyes
Did it burn bright
Radiant one last time
Dipping my feet into its golden ichor
I emerged
Facing those familiar rivers
Both clear as the sky that day
As far as I could sense
The rushing winds allied me towards one
The slow and steady hum towards the other
Round and round the bend they both curved
Till all eventually froze in that inky Black Sea
And I
Left stranded in disillusioned eternity
