Dying Embers
There’s a dying ember in me,
The fire once there gone—
I wish to set flame upon it,
But is it possible?
My love long lost,
Where he is,
I have no clue—
But I wish to set flame upon the dying embers in me.
Hecate, Venus, and Isis,
I call upon my goddesses—
Please save me,
Save my dying embers.
My soul yearns for his love once more,
But that cannot be,
For he is no longer breathing,
And the embers in me are dying.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.