Blue burning flame,
Scorched my heart,
O divine.

Pure as white; as white as snow,
Now bleached in ink and forever dyed.
Why O why, no more divine.

Hard as rock, raven black,
Cold; frozen no longer apt.
Why O why, no more divine.

Emotionless, lying on the ground.
Yet persisting in anger with passion; on the panting earth.
No more, still.

Off the cliff, no one to catch,
Fall back to the ground.
So low, dead.

Beneath the ground,
Howling, growling, screaming.
Fire burns, too hot already.

Time and space are no more,
Elements all destroyed.
All but fire still remain.

Why O why, no more divine.
End of time, only tears.
Volcanoes rot But,
My fire still burns fiercer than any other.