Rise o' flames, touch my skin,

Purify the evils that rage within.

Char this heart, make it shatter,

Teach me that nothing about me will matter.

When death comes, with thirst for my soul,

Show me flames, how being broken is whole.

Hullo readers!

This poem is exciting to me, because not only is it my first ode, but I also won third in a contest at a writing conference with it :).

I hope you enjoy it,

-G.E. Paul