Abandoned
Afraid
Alone
Cold in the embers
Bone dry in her tears
Darkness in her flames
This new world
They said she was gifted
They said she belonged here
They said her home was a thing of the past
They said her flames would someday obey her
So she wished to believe
But she saw her skin, a charred black red
But she smelled her hair, strings of searing heat
But she heard her shoes, the rubber melting to a boil
But she tasted the ash, coating her mouth with each gasp
But she felt the gravel, red slashes through her knees
But maybe she was gifted
For some part of her fought this fire
Fought passing out, so she had to endure forever
Fought the damage to her nerves, so she had to feel each spark
Fought the burns, so there was always something more to char
And she realised it wasn't a gift
She realised it was a curse
She realised where she was
She realised her world
She was in Muspelheim
World of fire
And a hellhole of the nine realms
Or at least as far as she was concerned.
