Flaring Flame

It's not perfect time to fly

Or walk towards the fire that fry

Climeless clouds glide to gluttony

Submerge and swell in rain mutiny

Look the spark as you that divine

Free within rather in lock spine

Fullest feathers glare nest to rest

Crave then desire with ultimate crest

Spin remorseless allying Stout spirit

Grind every behind that rug and unfit

Engrossed eternity instead frail in peril

Lore to cure hearts covetous shrill

Sage as wage nor servent or swing serpent

Sun thy soul glint of flaring flame