First that growl
Then the world goes black
It's tar - it's pitch
The only light is the flame
Your fire - that spark that illuminates
- reflecting your hunger –
A hunger that's forever old
Through the beginning of time
Heat seeking heat
A flint - to catch your spark
And stoke and expand
To blue flame
But
fire needs to feed
And so let it feed on me
Consume me to ash
My flesh my blood
My self my soul
Let it all be a feast
Laid before the fire inside that is summoned forward
In the pitch - in the black
She is only warned by first that growl
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