the quest.....

as the last rites were being committed.....
i was looking through the flame's core.....
in search of the l0st cord......
the muted music that once lapped the shore...
my inward eye searching for the crescent
that controlled the waves of this heart...
then a spark came forth....
tending to my belief that it would last.....
it broke away from the mould.....
as it rose in its grandeur......
and i saw her in red and gold......
but the spark died before the wings could fly me anymore....