Smoke

And how do you think emanates this smoke,

It's the denouement of the fire you invoke,

And how can you not insufflate the scent of my cinders,

It's like the scent of wet incinerating timber...

Fire then is the one that you can't smother,

That, only you can trample,so I bother,

And as smoke is maneuvered by wind to the horizon,

You are plunging me deep within sheaths of oblivion...

Till when my words will serve as my armour,

Waning like the light of a flickering candle is my fervor,

Can't you feel around me,the engulfing abyss?

Step forth and be my long lost aegis.......