1. Flames in the Fire by Hermione_Rocks
Watching the flames in the fire
wave back and forth.
Watching them dance and sway and glow.
But then they start to flicker,
then they start to fade.
They are slowly dying,
just slowly
fading away.
And I watch them fade and think how
I am doing the same.
Moving, but falling;
Dancing, but dropping;
Trying, but losing.
The flames are small now, they are barely there.
Several sparks fly, refusing to perish.
But then
the embers crackle and fade.
They are gone,
and I realize
so am I.
Bearing the Mark may be our only similarity,
but to him
we are one and the same.
Under his fist, I am just another shell,
just another shadow
of a flame.
Wearing the Mark may be the only thing that makes me like them,
but to him
I am still
exactly like them all.
Something that used to be so strong,
but in the end
will merely
fade
away.