Essence of the Heavenly Flame

Beneath the vault where stars are sworn,
I beheld thy flame, divinely born.
A lotus of fire in void’s embrace,
Whose light unweaves both time and space.

Thy breath — a wisp of molten gold,
A whisper gods themselves foretold.
In thy gaze, the cosmos knelt,
For even Heaven burned what it felt.

I reached — yet mortal hands did bleed,
For flame divine knows not of need.
Still, in that pain my soul was cast,
To guard thy warmth, though none could last.

O flame of fate, thou cruel delight,
Thy beauty shames both day and night.
Should I be ash, then let me claim,
To perish wrapped in thy sacred flame.

Eternal thou art — while I remain,
A shadow bound to thy crimson chain.

And when the stars forget to gleam,
Our names shall stir the ancient dream.
For love once forged in Heaven’s fire,
Defies the death of gods’ desire.

Two souls entwined, though worlds may part —
Thy flame shall dwell within my heart.