Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dilandau's Pyro Poem ❯ Prologue
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Dilandau's Pyro Poem
I watch it waver gently
As it's touched by my soft breath
I hardly dare to breathe
For fear that wind might be its death
It glows like dragons' eyes
It sheds warmth I yearn to feel
This tiny little flame
That makes everything its meal
It's eating up its wood-
What's running out is time
But one's easily replaced by another
And I've got a box- they're all mine
A flicker- then it's out
I move to strike another up again
So I can watch the burning matches
And feel their warmth upon my hand