She spent her whole life burning,

From the inside out.

Like the surface of some tiny sun,

a danger to those who dared step too close.

“What a curse,” she thought, “Is such brilliant light!”

And so she raged,

Until all her flames,

at last,

were snuffed out.

Midnight found her on his evening walk,

lost and weeping,

Shivering in unfamiliar shadows.

Looking up into the stranger’s eyes, she thought, “At last, someone to sit with me for a while.”

He stood above her, smoke and sorrow slipping from the corners of his moonlit eyes, “You do not belong here.” He stated coldly.

And then, before continuing on his way,

he struck a match,

And threw it at her feet.