Muerte Bella's blog: "Ramblings"

Where once there was nothing but embers,

along came a man who blew on them till a spark ignited,

and he sat by the little spark n tended to it till there was a brilliant flame. 

Then one day, a cold cruel wind came rushing by,

and blew the beautiful flame out. 

The man now cold and tired,

notice a second spark and fanned it till it burnt bright. 

Looking back, he saw the smouldering remains of his old friend,

and remembered how it use to burn,

keeping him warm and cosy. 

He decided to see if he could still keep the little spark alive.

Alternating between the two,

he slowly realise he could truly only tend to one properly,

and abandoned his old friend. 

From the nook of his new cosy corner,

he watched on as the little spark slowly died out...

returning to the embers it used to be. 

Only this time,

the embers slowly turned to ash,

reduced to nothing more then a faded memory,

without the care of its old friend. 

~S.A.P~