Smoke and Wire

from the promise of the fire
creatures made from smoke and wire
cast away my shadowed soul,
fill my seas, my empty bowl
trees and snow and dirt and air
and never really being there
we were holy, we were one
the caverns of the lightless sun
red and redder, warm and cool
cave beneath the magma pool
but the fire promised me
lifetime riches and glory
so when the world came to an end
smoke was there to hold my hand
wire was there to lead the way
through the caves, another day
survived.