I admire
The color of fire
As it runs, coursing, through my veins.
I despise
The way those eyes
Burn holes through my armor to pain.
I burn, I pine,
I do my time,
And yet these muscles ache.
I declare
Your golden hair
Lacks a halo in the fray.
I twitch, I yell,
I break the spell
And the ropes on wrists are free
For you and your legacy will not
Dictate my destiny.