fire

In the light of the fire and the moon,
My hearts filled with desire to swoon,
For our talk turned grave,
Of families with no name,
A family of families,
Broken and maimed,
Made up of friends,
Mentors and us the same,
I felt the fire rear up,
When my heart burned,
Burned with the pain,
Of all those unamed,
I felt the shadows grow,
When the light flickered down,
I knew the truth of what they spoke,
And to the heart it touched me,
Forever and now they need to know.
They are not alone.