It was the passion, that ignited the fire within,

the lust of the fire created a new life.

A life, that was said to be his own,

his very own identity…

It was their fire, that protected him though,

nurtured him, made him their ideal man.

It was the fire, that kept him alive and going in every circumstance,

It was the fire, that made him the man he become, even though he didn’t want to.

Today, he’s just seated beside watching them burn,

and burning within an akin fire.

Not a single drop,

but the reflection of the fire on those cold serene eyes, reaffirmed.

That fire, which created that life, bound him to let them see gone.

And he kept sitting forlorn.