Ever flitting
Never sitting
Always shivering
No longer simmering
Nearly boiling
Sometimes recoiling
Sits the flame on the candle
Ever burning
Never yearning
Always painful
Not ever gainful
Nearly all
To here eventually fall
Burns the fire of hell
Ever warm
Never with form
Always smoking
Not ever soaking
Nearly destroying
Yet not but cloying
Sits the fire in it’s place
