I Hide

Truth is,
This place I own,
It’s dark in here, awfully cold
The fire rests, hides,
Grieves in the embers of coal,
I want nothing, it says,
Having burnt for so long,
In exile I live, where I belong,
His journey was long, arduous...
The place where he set me free,
Is not far from here,
The whole town had to burn,
Before I could reach home,
It burns still, charred, razed to the ground,
I don’t like showing my face, anymore,
So,I hide in this dark place I own.