Auspicious Fire: The Death of a Fire Flower

The rain fell hard upon the white veil that covered her,

Washing away all the tragedies withholding her heart

The holy water ebbed the pain away within her mind and soul

A flower so lively, with heart of gold, with soul so pure,

Withered and worn out by the sluttish time.


As they laid her upon the sacred wood,

A solitary teardrop escaped his eye

Whispers and cries unceasing

The tears keeps on repeating,

An eternal cycle.


The shrieks of the fox, the howl of the wolf,the cacophony of the midnight raven

Embraced the burning ghat of demise

Pure little flower, so strong and bold

Withered slowly in the auspicious fire.

The petals fell one by one


From the surface of her once blooming skin and faded away

In the midst of the burning pier

Marked in the memory of that day,

A beautiful burning fire-flower.