The Kindler.do you not think me beautiful?The Kindler. by rougekohl
your prayers brought up by the tendrils of smoke
of the fire you tend to.
i hear them.
they please me.
i. who built the very firmament with a kiss. and a sigh.
and held it up with nothing but a laugh.
i dance on the stars.
i. the Kindler.
do you not think me beautiful?