Flame

just a poem

Hung below a serpents wing,
Above the shallow midnight gaze,
I captured a flame beyond my grasp
And seized it to my grave.
I formerly held it still,
Arrested on command.
Yet I ever consoled this flame,
For the eyes of a feeble mind.
But if I was born a lonely soul,
I would fall victim to this flame.
Without a shade of translucent veins,
I would become a hollow slave.