Wrong

Amidst the fire breaking out

An ember survived

Burnt and disgraced, it flamed up

From within the ashes

It wonders where all went wrong?

Could it be the reason,

It wonders

Despite not knowing any better.

The flames die down

Silently in a whisper

They wonder, were they the reason?

The fireplace resigned shrugs

It understands not

The flames' fiery designs

It wonders lonely when the fine china

Will finally leave its shoulders

Because they feel like boulders

Dragging it down

As the fire is put out

And the only doubt remaining

Is who was the reason?

Was it the ember, the fire or the chimney?

In the end, all that is left is coldness

And the memories of a warm wild fire.