Trapped inside a stony prison,

         Banging on the iron gate,

         I desperately gasp for air,

         Before I suffocate.

         But before I disappear,

         I look up to see myself,

         No, not me,

         Simply a kindred spirit,

         A soul connected with mine,

         Trapped in a prison of her own,

         Shivering in a chilling breeze

         That I could never feel.

         And who would sit beside her

         But the gatekeeper herself,

         Singing a sickly sweet melody,

         And glowing in my light.

         Her voice slithers through the air

         In a way that makes me feel as though

         Embracing her would bring me endless joy.

         I long to reach out to the trapped girl,

         Comfort her and save her from the keeper,

         But I know that she is not as much like me as it would seem,

         She is only a girl,

         And she is afraid,

         Not of my warmth,

         But of my anger.

         Anger that will soon burn inside of her

         Just as I burn beside her.