O Flame,
curiously swaying in the wind.
How too I endeavor
To dance with my destructor.
Your careless swing,
In the blue mystery of the dark.
In this moment you are all I care for.
The illustrious glow more becoming than sixty sirens
Coated in sterling silver.
You
Harmful to touch but enthralling to watch
I adore you my dear
Simply as I know of your fate.
My empathy runs deep as we are both
Snubbed by the wind.
Sing to me my muse,
Let my end be Joyful
But only at hands of you.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC