Fire was a wish –
a will of the battlefield –
and not a tombstone of self
upon the eyes of surrendering.
Fire was a wish of another employing.
It was the Master’s words
which bid Death to knock on the door.
And fire…
Fire was not the pyre of hope.
Fire was a wish –
a will of the battlefield –
and not a tombstone of self
upon the eyes of surrendering.
Fire was a wish of another employing.
It was the Master’s words
which bid Death to knock on the door.
And fire…
Fire was not the pyre of hope.
