“
This is the igni, the flame,
the soul in blaze,
a delicate wildfire,
a comforting flickering tale.
”
The embers seething in blood
is the serenity of thine,
the clouds quivering with
the rage haunting the child.

This journey is an aftermath,
the consequence of a turmoil,
where mirth is a gift,
when heart relies on mind.

Cremenate the envy,
cultivating in the bones,
burn the...