At birth
A spark nursed
On earth’s surface
That gradually became
Fire breathing
Life and beauty
But somewhere between
Then and now
The master of the fire
Left it
Watching ashes bleed
Into the flesh
Of the universe
Spinning out of control
Losing grip on the light
Falling into the darkness
Whose abyss clothed innocence 
Smothering its voice.

                       ~ Bethany Anne