The fascinating embers

Seem to taunt me with their might

Too cool for heat, too warm to touch,

A soft glow in the night

Such power, such potential

Hides in crevices so small

As ashes drift out of my reach

My expectations fall

Disguised by the grim veil

Of a crispy, blackened log

My passionate love crumbles

As though beaten, whipped, and flogged

Yet somehow in the stillness

Of this dark and dreary night

The roar of flames extinguishes

My overbearing fright