Poems of the strange

Wild fire

When a flame goes out it's like a voice lost in the night.
A scream muffled by the sound of the smoldering ash blinding sight.
A scream pleading to remain.
A scream witch holds the fondest memories of a hot burning flame.
One that raged on wild and untame.
When a flame goes out a soul dies.
A life over.
Some people choose to see this through new eyes.
A new chapter a new beginning.
But I see it for what it is a murder.
Now you can muffle your screams with simplicity or complication
either way we both made this creation.
A bond that we chose one spark one tinder and fire arose.
Do not sit here and tell me that putting us out didn't leave us murdered.
Or that this was something I choose.
Or that this is the best way to go as if our wild fire ever needed to be hindered.
You've quelled us.
And we smolder thus.
But I see a spark.
And I say, hark
Do not let that spark lie there screaming.
Do not leave me here to wonder day dreaming.
Catch that spark and forge us again.
Let us not make this fire forgotten.
A murder has come and gone.
But stay with me even just till the dawn
to see how fiery we can be
when you hold me and I don't need to flee.
As the world stops when we intertwine
One spark all yours and one tinder all mine.