Wisps of shadow, stifling heat,
that corrodes and sets our lives to aching.
What should be cold and calming
instead wrecks with a wretched spell.
While we focus on the magician's trick
the world turns and twists and morphs.
We are left in surprise yet always waiting
and wishing for what could be but isn't.
When there's nothing but flames we cry
but it doesn't take away the hope.