From The Ashes That Pass Along Poem by Adeosun Olamide

O fire, come within this soul
Take it- thru just one last trip
Lit me, am so cold, so frigid-
Gone warmth- let spur again
From pale to bloom I crave so
O fire- art deep here my soul-
To melt there- my heart of ice
And soften blood freezing veins
Lit it- leap from this stiffness
From drowning, heavy and grave
Am sinking in peace around
O fire, with thy tempest approach
To wake, from death I slip in
Fading, withering almost shriveled
Look down, marvelous thee-
Grasp; inject veins mine your venom
So may bloom one last time-
O fire, run within my soul
And ruin there- heaviness I bear
Enter, snuff out the darkness
Put there, my demons to freedom
Melt it, shackles they are bound
O snapping, guttering sound my ear craves
Fire, to fill me- emptiness to brim

Your breathe to consume the silence
Shone light upon dimmest memories
Not mock give but lighten me again
Save now- O fire prithee

O woman, your plea art my ears
Shall save from burden drowning thee
Ye follow just instruct I on give-
Sit by lamps- my spirit dwells in
Soak thyself in fuel and lit thy robes
O woman, shall ablaze thy darkness
Set ye free from webs that vex
Follow instruct I on thee-
There by lamps- my spirit shall take
Give you wings, no walls shall art ye
By heavens- ashes shall wind by
I’ll carry thee, liven ye
But woman, soak self, lit robes
O woman, your plea is tended
Come to, to slain dark within