In the effervescent amber glow, the noise of metal churning rose.
Was it shifting gears after all these years, you burned the muse where she stood.
Raging flames of blistering heat, she was your sanctuary;
Now she’s all that is left of your past.
metamorphosis of this wild fire, why did you touch her; did it scorch your soul?
Swaying in the direction the wind blows, she outlines your shadow.
Luminous and translucent mortal desire, did she capture you in trance?
In your sideward glance, you burned the muse where she stood.
She was your gift, to set your mind adrift into inspiration and dreams.
You thought you set her free, but instead you silenced the flames.
Beneath the smoldering embers glow, is the trace of the spark that danced in the flow.