Flames and stars glazed perpetually in the realm of fire,
Where only passions were found to blossom like crimson roses,
With an ethereal colour and texture typical of eternal love.
Beneath the canopy of twilight’s embrace, flames and stars swirled,
Like feathers of fire dancing upon a sea of shadows,
Their sighs murmured secrets that burned and blurred,
In the rapture of night where eternity forever glows.
The atmosphere was full of the scent of scorched desire,
As tongues of flame entwined in a fevered caress,
Consuming all that dared to venture higher,
Into the inferno’s kiss, where both agony and bliss blended.
And there, amidst the fire’s ravenous roar,
The stars bled silver blood drops, caught in a fevered trance,
Mirroring the desires who burned forevermore,
In the madness of a love’s doomed dance.
Their light wept gently, and yet it did not die,
But melded with the flames to forge a world anew,
Where the ashes of dreams soared to the sky,
And hearts blazed bright, as if reborn and true.
In that realm, no dawn could break the night’s spell,
No winds could extinguish the ardour’s searing flames,
For here, love’s conflagration would forever dwell,
A kingdom where passion and pain were one and the same.
And so, flames and stars wandered, lost within an exquisite blaze,
Their shadows cast upon the molten ground,
Their hearts ignited in love’s fevered haze,
Where every beat echoed a relentless, haunting sound.
The firestorm reached out like frantic arrows,
Grasping at the starlit veil above,
Yearning to escape the searing lands,
But forever bound by the weight of love.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
