I had one burning desire. 

It burned so bright I couldn’t help but go toward it 

like a moth to a flame.  

I fluttered around it, merely touching the small sparks. 

The warmth of it drew me in, 

and I felt I needed to go closer. 

So I did

and dove towards the flame.

Recklessly.

The desire burned my wings, 

but I still stayed,

trying to set out the flame.

But it dominated. 

The fire engulfed me into flames completely, 

and I fell into the cold, empty darkness, 

watching my light shrink smaller and smaller.

I was still burning. 

The flames didn’t wither away 

until my desire died out.