Lionesses and the Archer

Mindless to Its Destruction,

Only ,

Feeding Itself.

The light still present,

but softened ,

by distance,

that’s

quite.

Embers,

now ash,

where fire once burned.

Only smoke remains ,

where warmth,

once lived.

Beneath the ash,

heat lingers.

A fire,

blinded by its own light,

Fed itself its own fuel;

no longer in balance!

A hunger,

desired more,

Mistaken itself

as strength.

Quietness holds the hurt now.

The embers of anger; now faded to ash. in that stillness;

is knowing.

Fires will still burn,

bright for a moment,

The warmth,

shallow,

their purpose … fleeting.

Fed by hands that never tended its flame and with background noise; it’s mistaken for air; it’s only an illusion, a glow that leads to a place that is empty.

A mirage seen from a distance;

never to be realized.

It’s only a spark, it had

mistaken for life.

Careless and consuming,

mindless to its destruction,

Its only desire…

to be seen;

just noticed.

In ignorance;

It doesn’t see they it’s burnt

itself out.

Fuel couldn’t even bring the warmth, back to

a fire that's been smouldering...

THE EMBERS WERE THE ANGER ;

NOW ASH;

Fires still burn,

for a moment,

before

Fleeing….