Twin Flame Poem by Lily Ives

My body is a home,
And a temple -
It is sacred.
I open my heart and welcome,
But they leave.
Like ghosts, they live in the echo of the halls,
Where I roam amongst the radiant prismatic forms
alit by the tall stained-glass windows.
Another knock!
A man stands by the door cloaked in a robe -
His face changes,
But I look at the soul;
For my twin,
My wolf,
My darkness.
I don't know -
Was that him?
He came -
But then he left -
Or did he?
His cloak lay by the door.
It is winter;
The trees are bare and in deep slumber,
The birds and wildlife are silent,
And the evenings are long and cold -
So I give bread and wine at the altar,
And feed the mighty flames with my dreams and hopes.
As I stand stout and guard these solemn walls,
My light shines bright,
And my house beams intensely towards the starry night.
The ornate wrought iron gate isn't sealed shut -
He can enter,
The key is in his hands,
He only has to dare.
Yes, it's luminous here,
And the glare will strip him of flesh and bones -
He will need to stand before me with his shadow,
And stare back at my own.
Let there be fire!
Let there be ash!
Let there be a rebirth -
For the bounty is all mine.