Flame, Dear Flame....

Your flame-seared name...
It burns...

When I learned of you,
Dear Flame,
The games you play,
The hearts you slay,
When I found this out
All thoughts of you
Just went away

And all I'd left
Was my shame
This feeling gray

No more words to say to you,
Dear Flame....

When I first learned your name,
Dear Flame,

That was what it was,
All it would ever be:

You name, Dear Flame...

Now I am back at the forge,
Refining these weapons,
Turning pikes into blades.

Dear Flame... You made me this way....

The hammer heats...
I forge...
Of words...

Flame, Dear Flame....

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