The Neo-Creation ( Ogneno's First Love)

Are you the you lost inside of the me? The ray that cuts within my light. The sun in you burns me and your heart feels love as it devours itself in burning little stars spreading from the deepest corner of eternity. Even Heaven has a dark side and you are danger the warmest point of fear. 
He falls in love, falls from the sky in agony along the angry trees that laugh at the sight. Sad wings of fire illumination of a teardropping flame , and Ogneno the one who gave at first his heart to the mortal being kills it with his softest kiss. Delicate roses taste so sweet when she eats the forbidden fruit and then the sting of a wasp troubling the silence of our forest in the night breaks open the door to chance and screams hide the words in an unearthly melodious click of momentary amnesia. Nealing down and hardly touching the ground, the abstract material of his structures produces the crushing insane link between life and death and two worlds in a contradiction of perpetual discordance meet for a slight nano spark in time declaring the founding of a new dimension before her sacrifice. It's a trustworthy spiritual glance at what it appears to be a glow of some silvery substance that covers the trees giving one last hug to nature befor returning to the unbeing concept of humanity and as Ogneno doesn't understand his loss standing over a surface above  the general global monster, the house of humans, he invents and reinvents another strict order of mind flashes. 
 I have created you with words but the power stands in your flames. The tactile sensation, all that was left of her in the far lands of that forest is what remains to be yours as legacy. Ever got any burns? Oh did you ever feel the blackness of the yellow turn your body into carbon and other substances undefined by chemists? Oh, Ogneno, my created, my baptist that made me come back to this, your love killed her body, my words punish your strength with  a lonely moon in the cosmic animosity of light years. I urge you to stay in your domain until the coldest debts be your kingdom and only then suffering shall end this neo-creation of an old universal theory...