Sparks

I see them in your soul pits, this i learned to call them,
bellowing, pleaing, begging for birchwood, keep thee alive,
how sickly they have become! malnourished again!
bent and broken, old thy tolken from which you derive,

sparks, o darlings can you not kindle your own!
for the child which was to war prior,
for dear sparks, o they're infectious, but so i am alone,
for infectiousness is in the wood, which spread o faster fire!

your droll has spread unto me, the forest grows relentless,
the child which was prior to war is done, the child's sparks have ceaced,
but in your eyes, o this i know, that yours, they wont return, lest,
in mine eyes they learn kindle, are we all deseased?