What will they see in their fire - in their future - in their past?
A tragic clown,
too late for their greatest show?
Or a trickster keeping safe hope in cultivated claws?
A scared foolish youth,
running off with the last piece hidden in its sleeve?
Endlessly cycling above fading dreams and memories?
Or an unbending soul, never losing sight on what gave them strength to always carry on?

Fond memories of a past with kin. Walking among the two-legged ones. Within treasures oh so plentiful.
Past and Future locking gazes. Smiling at each other.