Burning Together

In the abyss, she burns fierce and vibrant
 A solitary flame with a core of blue
 Her graze, a blade that cuts the night
 Moth flocks to her, seeking to tame
 Mesmerized by the warmth she brings
 But she’s no fleeting flame, easily blown.
 Alone she blazes, true and strong
 The moth approaches with paper wings
 Hoping to bask in what burning brings
But can’t withstand her flaming hot
 For she knows the game, hollow chase
That the moths won’t linger along
Then, from the shadows, a phoenix appears.
Born of fire, where the dark ends,
Ignites her soul, a brand-new, fiery start.
Two flames merging, in the vast skies
No weak moth he is, with wings to burn
But an equal fire, with much to learn.
No flickering pretense, no games of light
Just an eruption of intense burning
No longer must she guard her glow.
For his warmth, she finds her peace.
An eternal love, born of light.