More old poetry I found... I build the fire, Tease the flame, The heat overtakes me, And takes my shame. It's my funeral pyre, Which I build on my own, To burn alive, I must do it alone. I strip away the layers, All the sadness and hate, I stand naked before it, Ready to jump.. face my fate. The fire holds me as I cry, I have no fears, It will burn away the lies, And take away the tears. So I jump unafraid, Into the reckoning flame, It burns my flesh, But I feel no pain. I burn to ash, To start anew, I rise again, Just as I knew I'd do. ~Ravenfox