When the end is near,

I’ll crash into flames

at your door.

You’ll open your fiery gate,

wielding your shield.

I’ll face you,

confessing your arrows

have run through me

thousands of times.

Your wall of ember will lower

and you’ll whisper,

body ablaze,

you intended to cast spears.

And we’ll lean in,

let our flames lick,

two trees in a forest inferno,

unleash the fire within.

In the end,

we’ll part burned.

This was written by our contributing writer, Brittany Studer.