In the dungeons of my heart, now cold, still,
Blackened with soot,
Once roared a fire—
Warming up everything and everyone around it,
Nurturing life—
Flora!
Fauna!
Creepers decorated the wall,
Flowers bloomed in the shrubbery.
It was a garden more and a dark cold dungeon less.
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And in the center of it all, lay my muse,
Shimmering in the light of the blazing fire,
Glowing, mesmerizing, whispering.
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The fire burned strong, day after night,
Intensifying.
And before I knew it, it was a blazing inferno—
Untamed, unyielding, undying.
It roared louder than ever,
And turned everything to ash that lay in its wake.
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When nothing else remained, with nothing to feed it,
It slowly grew silent, leaving nothing but death—
Nothing but the remains of life that previously flourished.
And in the center, once again, lay my muse,
Petrified.
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In the dungeons of my heart, now cold, still,
Blackened with soot,
After an eternity, I saw a spark.
For a second, everything was illuminated.
For a second I saw my muse, shimmering, glowing, mesmerizing as ever.
And I began striking the stones in my hand,
To get the fire started once again,
To get it roaring once again,
Just like I did an eternity ago—
So life would bloom once again, light would pierce through the darkness once again—
Only so I could be engulfed in its flames,
When it consumes me, once again.