The Torch

The torch is my humble master.
The beacon from which the fire emanates.

The blaze ignites solicitude.
Do I let the conflagration devour me,
or flee the raging inferno?
The sea of flames enchants, bewilders, stupefies

Weak.
Helpless.
Frail.

Overwhelmed.
Engulfed.
Consumed.

The torch is my lord
and I am his willing slave.