Only ever wanted to burn into eternity, for forever, But regrettably, One can neither be too foolish nor too clever, To want to play with destiny. She roars and screams desperately and helplessly, But no one cares, Neither for the flames nor for the burning ebony, Not even for the warmth she shares. Her eyes close, her mouth chants prayers, She graces a smile, void of any mirth Accepting her fate, for death she prepares, As she sinks into the now black hearth. A spark remains indicating the ethereal rebirth, Of the heir of the noble legacy, That has set its footprints on the darkened earth,  Ready for revenge and all evil pleasantries .   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!