You walked away from the fire 

and all that burned and scattered in ashes 

was swept into a dormant basement

and no tears could quench the scalding 

And no wailing diffused the flames

but in you remains the one thing

a million fires could not smother-

the eternal signet of love

the promising crest 

to overcome and outlive

the blaze

to draw the sword of certainty

and to keep fighting

and slaying everything

that chokes the dream

leaving it all

behind in the ashes…