I woke up all alone today.

My parents weren't there to play.

That didn't bother me.

Not the least.

It only meant I could purge the beast.

Curiosity

Is the monster's name.

I find a box.

Then the beast is tamed.

I strike a match.

Just like Mama did.

What a catch.

I'm just a kid.

Mama warns me all the time.

I never listen.

I wanna see it shine.

Dancing embers.

Burning petals.

Flicking

Licking

Little devils.

Ouch.

The pretty flame burned my finger.

Better not let the scorching linger.

I light another to forget my trouble.

Uh-Oh.

My problem seemed to double.

It jumped on my jacket.

It caught my red hair.

It grew and grew.

It wasn't fair.

I howled and flailed.

Screamed and wailed.

The hell-hot heat

Made my voice fail.

I smelled the nastiest toastiest waft.

My skin peeled back and it came off.

Too much pain.

I fell to the floor.

Then suddenly

Came through the door

Little Roxas.

My dearest friend.

He stared and stared.

He knew it wasn't pretend.

Help me.

Help me.

I cry out hot.

The fire loves me.

The fire loves me not.

Roxas stands there

Watching me burn alive.

What can he do?

He's only turned five.

Too late.

Too late.

I've met my fate.

I knew soon enough

I'd see heaven's front gate.

I had no more gashes.

My body turned to ashes.

Then I see Roxas try to help.

There behind his blond lashes.

He cries and cries

In a traumatized bout.

His tears came too late to put me out.

That's what became of my life to date.

Little Axel died at the age of eight.

Help me.

Help me.

I had cried out hot.

The fire loves me.

The fire loves me not.


Fun facts with RobbieRabbit.

Hilf Mir is German for Help Me.

There is a significance in their ages. Add them up and what do ya get? Lucky 13. As for 8... not so much.

This was inspired by a song. The song itself was inspired by a NURSERY RHYME. A real whimsical bedtime story eh?

Moral of the story...

Play with sharp chakrams. Not fire.