Servant of the Flame

Distant screams of the ones who've passed.
A slight mist dances from my breath as I exhale.
I wander further down the passage,
The air sits flush on my cheeks slowly getting warmer.
The walls of the passage embrace me as theirs.
I notice there is no hope in turning back.

I walk alone, in the dark, not even my sanity to comfort me.
The air begins to singe my flesh the further i go.
The floor gives away beneath my feet.
I fall into the void.
Engulfed in the misery of my life.
I stand a servant of the flame.