A Spark of Myself

Within my soul the fire burned,

October came and fiercely yearned,

To withdraw my passion and dark concern,

Of how life had grown and chose to relearn.

Within my soul the clouds spoke,

With mouths full of rain enough to choke,

Dripping down my stomach now to 

happily invoke,

A spark of myself, touched, awoke.

I scream into the lonely night,

The ghosts call back with an eerie might,

I cast my spell unto thee, dreams alight,

The candle burns brightly as my sadness 

takes flight.

Be gone now, I have no need,

Usurping my soul with this urge to feed,

On the power of life and energy seed,

I beg of thee, let me be freed.

-FractalLuna-