Fire Glow

Fire Glow “This town is deserted” Exclaiming to something unforetold As I continued on my path. Its cold, It's winter,”Well it's the same as before.” A few more miles, and then a few more. Startled,”Is that a fire glow?” Cautious steps, a little slow, An apparition of an old man transcending into reality by the fire glow. A smile on his face, consternation on mine. A senile voice invited,”Young man, come rest a little before the fire glow.” But I must go, I have set the bow. Oriented the arrow But I found myself sitting beside the fire glow. A twig in fire, The old man inquired “You don’t have any belongings, why is so?” “They decelerate my pace , and depreciate what I might achieve tomorrow” A twig in fire, The old man inquired “Very well. Anyone who weeps in your sorrow?” The lambent fire, red, orange,yellow. What a silly fellow. “I don’t need mortals to weep in my sorrow My heart lies what lies tomorrow.” As if he knew. He smiled. A twig in fire, The old man inquired. “Very well. What do you cast for?” “Something no mortal has thought before. They crave for ethereal but being ordinary; they abide. They want to go to heaven but they don’t want to die. What I cast for is beyond suffering and sorrow My heart lies in the prospects of morrow. No sentiment no mortal is before I need to go, A few more miles then a few more.” A serene smile, The old man replied “But you are still sitting by the fire glow.” I pondered. Fulgent flame of my aim I possess, Yet the fire glow had me possessed. The old man transcended in oblivion by the fire glow. “Where did you go?” Leaving his twigs by the fire, I inquired. Two roads before me, Where should I go? Towards the phantasm of morrow? Or trod again the path of past? Both, an abyss. Darkness. Sorrow. I thought, I thought, I thought. With the twigs that remain, I will sit by the fire glow, And revere what’s lost.