Sisters of the Pyre

Sister of the Embers

The shavings and kindling of my soul

Are stacked in the shelter of this vessel

Take your flint and take your steel

And send a spark into my heart to nestle

Sister of the Flames

Hungry, hungry, hungry for more

Where there is fuel, I will find it

Consume, consume, consume before

My rage quits, and the logs resigned, split

Sister of the Ashes

I was naught but coals when you put me out

Even as you extinguished me, I filled you with doubt

You smothered me and doused my flames

But still I rise, again and again and again