Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dilandau's Pyro Poem ❯ Prologue

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Dilandau's Pyro Poem


I watch it waver gently

As it's touched by my soft breath

I hardly dare to breathe

For fear that wind might be its death

It glows like dragons' eyes

It sheds warmth I yearn to feel

This tiny little flame

That makes everything its meal

It's eating up its wood-

What's running out is time

But one's easily replaced by another

And I've got a box- they're all mine

A flicker- then it's out

I move to strike another up again

So I can watch the burning matches

And feel their warmth upon my hand