We stand with fans around a flame
Reaching out to only one of us
It calls to her to enter into it
And she falls to her knees.
Of all the 8 gods
None of them will save her
Not tonight anyway.
He knew she was done fighting
There would be no road left to take
When silence took the atmosphere
He pulled her aside
Told her that it was her fate
Though she didn’t want to believe it
Yet she didn’t want to turn and run
As so many others in the past.
Death takes an ugly grip on people
When it decides it is time.
Layers of a woman behold
Terminal, but never forgotten
She grabbed a lock of his hair
Then strode diligently into the flames.
Now she is the fire
She so hopelessly ignored
Only when it suited her did she think of it
Even then, it was only for a second.
Protocol would have said that she spoke first
But she nary said a word
Besides, she wasn’t much on customs really
It was her life she was giving for the cause.