So faint, so small, so insignificant
It means nothing at all.
Morphing light and shadow into shapes
Yet hardly noticeable.
Engulfing everything in light
But for a split second.
A flame begins, it feels so glorious
The warmth and brightness.
It feeds on sadness, anger and despair
Leaving good in it's wake.
It's eaten all things good and it's still hungry
It's all that's left.