Dying Earth - Fire's ballad

Fire's Ballad

It all started in the beginning of all beginnings. We both were mere thoughts, mere possibilities back then.

Matter collided with anti-matter, and boom I was formed during the destruction.

And he was what was left.

He screamed his existence against all odds.

I guess I should have seen it even back then, took him a solid few billion years to notice me.

We started out as basically colleagues of sorts, he would do his business and I would sometimes be a byproduct.

It was during the first reactions that the sparks came, god did it feel good.

It was all fun and games back then, we were young.

It was only after a while that we noticed a few problems.

We would always burn so bright, so full of passion, that we would end up burnt out.

It never stopped us though.

He said he loved me for the way I am. These words of his would always make me burn brighter.

This was our curse:

He would give himself up, piece by piece, to sustain me. All so he could just be with me.

The brighter I burned the quicker I would lose him.

The faster my love for him grew, the faster that love gets taken away.

We dealt with this for quite a while.

He would be wood, I would be fire. He would turn to ash, useless to me as a flame.

He would be a candle, I would be a flame. He would burn out, useless to me as a flame.

We even tried it on a planetary scale, he would be a planet and I would sustain his creative forms, but even then I would cool down, lose our spark as time elapses. He liked to think that it makes me happy to think I am helping him. He knew I only ever borrowed him that power; he knew that one day I would have to take it all back. Leave him all alone.

I laugh at the idea, what were we thinking?

The best experience I've had with him is as a star.

God, I would burn so bright, fueled by our smaller bonds, entertaining any fantasy he would want to try. I always playfully scoffed at his ideas. He was so loving, always seeing a bright side to things. I never had the heart to tell him that is because of me.

Nor could I bear the thought of our co-impending doom.

I knew I could not sustain myself. Not for long anyways.

If ever...

I would reach a point where I could no longer sustain the both of us, and this pseudo act of altruism would take us both.

It still stings deep in my heart every time I think about it; tears would always threaten but never appear.

As a star I would go supernova.

There he goes along with me.

He would always be taken by surprise, but not even once did he blame me.

Not even once would he add to this self-hate I have for our cursed love.

But I am starting to see the beauty in our love.

Tragic, yet passionate.

We'll keep this cosmic dance going forever.

A small smile tugs on my lips at this thought; burning together forever.

I'd take that.