The silver flame
A poem about HB's soul and what lies below the harsh exterior, I wrote this as a break from writing my main fic enjoy
The fight is long lost,
But the fire's still there,
Waiting for magic to enhance it,
She silences the room,
With a hush or a glare,
Waiting for silence to engulf it,
The tapping of a foot,
Or the call of a name,
Sends shivers down your spine,
See the shimmer inside her eye,
As the silver flame dances in rhyme,
With a vast intelligence,
Yet a hollowed heart,
That is being filled in good time,
Maybe there's a chance,
A hope that with time,
We can change the rhythm,
To the silver flames rhyme,
It has more tempos,
Is more fast and upbeat,
Yet the sorrow is powerful,
And refuses to retreat,
It is a difficult job to heal a soul,
So make trust your ambition,
And make her your goal,
Think of the young child,
Behind those depressed eyes,
Learn her deepest secrets,
Then within time,
Dance with the new rhythm,
To the silver flames rhyme.
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