Dying Flame

The intensity is what ignited us -

It's what fed the flame.

Fiercely, like a wildfire, it burned,

A lively, brilliant beacon in the dark.

Then came the trembling flicker,

Fiercely, the flame suffocated.

It was inevitable, evident as day,

I saw it coming from miles away.

And still, I found myself weeping

For the tragic, imminent fate,

Of that fading, dying light,

Desperately clinging on to the wick,

Ravenous and longing to burn -

As darkness enveloped the flame,

With the very intensity that once

Ignited us.