Fire

"Peculiar, but the fire knows a friend"
Words of a lover wreathed in flame
He burns like lightening without an end
A white hot blaze fallen from the sky

I do not know the burns I will sustain
Flesh seared from bone my soul becomes an ember
But without him I know I no longer with remain
Adrift in a land of ice and snow

I do not wish to walk those hallowed grounds
To hear the ice's roar beneath my feet
The snow upon the wind and all around
The desolation brought by souls defeat.

So here I shall remain amongst the fire
Consumed by heat which my heart comprehends
This warmth my downfall and desire
Peculiar but the fire knows a friend