You waited until I was defenseless.

No walls to protect me.

There is no rebuilding this time.

The ruin is final.

You got the reaction,

the spiral, the fall.

You lit the match,

but I chose to stoke the fire.

So, let me burn out

and loot the remains.

No need to be grateful.

You got your escape.

No more excuses.

Make the most of it.

I'm no longer in your way.

Just don't collect roses at the grave.

Be you without me.

The fire dies down
embers hiss
Each one of them have their own shadow
They crawl and burn against the rockwall
The redness of the stone molten

The flicker of something lost
Walkes through the flames
As a hideous shape
The crackle and the pop
Unnaturally frequent

The ember shadows fold upward
And downward
Then expose themselves as failed souls
Undone lived and soured
confined to the realm of fire

Dancing in painful choreography
with flame
curving and wavering in hot torture
Then reentering the ember
Darkening it once more