it came close to her
smoldered
came closer
flickered
she held forth her Own
and the Flame was born

burning brightly
a celebratory thing
yet threatening
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it drew us
moths to its' hot light
fused into one being
by that fearsome Flame

she holds her spark aloof now
hides it from me
to meet her own ends
(or her own fears - i know not which)
and i am left with a remnant
(of the Flame)
that is only my soul
searingly scorched
sublimely scarred
now knowing alone

i guard it
(my remnant of the Flame)
i guard it
carefully