Embers ablaze
Embers ablaze A present from Prometheus to the mortals, An offense for which he was sentenced to a torment eternal. The gift came in unimaginable shapes and forms, But it always managed to keep his beloved mortals warm. You call them sparks, I call them flames, In the end they're all just mere names. Enlighten a home or engorge a town, Were it a person, you'd regret making them frown. Always to be worshipped, n'ver to be mocked. M eet a dreaded fate t hose that dare it anger, to no shock. An ever-starved entity, Bound by no sanity. Burning with the light of a thousand Suns, Leaving behind nothing, restrained by none. Sees no child, nor any old, Steals lives, leaves them dead cold. Dramatic, putting shame to theater. A creation feared by its own creator. The heart of a fierce fest, The place for Goddess Vesta to rest, In the temple it would nest, By its irridescence, the empire was blessed, Sacred to Rome, Doused, along with their home, A parental personality, Witnessed a