Sitting here looking into the heart of the yellow flame,
looking... at how red it is.
Just thinking how powerful the red heart must be.
And all that remains in the end
after the flame has died,
is the red heart.
There it will remain in hope...
Hoping another chance will come along.
A chance for the heart to ignite another flame.
But until then, it will wait patiently and glow brightly,
announcing it's colour,
waiting... until the long cold sleep takes over.
