Alas, my flame has flickered out.
B i t t e n by icy wind.
Consumed by shadow, and hidden doubt.
Eaten from within.
A hidden spark in forgotten ash.
Waiting for a chance to spring.
Reigniting in a flash.
My heart and soul lit ablaze.
Rekindled, alive again.
Held in awe and amaze.
How long can this remain?
Yes, the cycle does repeat.
In time the passion wanes.
Ignite the forge it must reheat.
To slowly melt these chains.