The turn of a wheel
The torch comes to life
The heat can be felt instantly
As it feeds on the oxygen
You watch it eat
A blade appears
You’re not sure how it got there
But you know what to do
You cut the flame
over and over
It warms the cold, cold steel
the light goes out
just the red hot blade remains
Where should it go
It can not be seen
the burn will satisfy the hunger for now
The pain later
Will the desire to feast ever deminsh
The steel has gone cold and gray
It is still hungry
scarlet wraps around it tight
the beautiful touch of a warm embrace
B3T Books and Biceps 