On a cold, dark evening,
A fireball entered my trembling heart.
Unfurling a glow my face lacked,
And the zeal that my wings craved.
Fortunate I was for its presence
For sheltering me from
My own demons.
As I rejoiced in its warmth
A yeti came along running.
He pulled away my fireball
To take it to his mountain home.
And I was left trembling,
In the cold and dark evenings to come.