On a late evening hour,
A strange electric power,
Was born between spaces
With clues and traces
Of places forgotten but engraved,
Like shadows that hide to be saved,
From things that sting but become food,
To someone left so crude—
On a night that struggled to obey
With a love for control just for another day
When a Salamander came to guide
I begged, please, let me hide as I died
It’s consuming and demanding presence,
Burned away to reveal my true essence,
Humbled.. I felt defeated,
Only to find I was finally treated.