The flames lashed out at the chained door,
Rebelling against the mind that held them still.
I refuse to strangle here in silence more,
The lack of movement I will cruelly kill.
Dancing around the wood, the flames licked and
Split their founder, til slices made splinters
And ashes like winter, came from the red hand
To show forth the darkening traitor.
Yet the chain stood and held as hardest steel,
And soon the truest miracle occurred,
Steel melted to mahogany and flames,
And a new door of firmest grace emerged.
Kill? The keeper asked in his own name,
To end this life, to not begin again?