Last few glowing Amber's of a dying fire..
Defiantly fights with the darkness..
That tries to snuff the last of light..
That stands in it's way..
The shaking and shivering minions..
Covers in nooks and crannies..
Trying to disappear in to the shadows..
A brave soul or two dares to hover..
In a safer distance of their brooding master..
Wondering what has gotten him so glum and forlorn..
He was cheery and so full of energy..
For someone thrown to eternal damnation..
Lost halo or the singed wings..
Hadn't affected him enough..
To sit in a corner and sulk..
Sigh and sniff like a child..
Who lost his best toy..
They have known his anger..
His pain and his satisfaction..
Even his hunger and his ambition..
They knew his...