his cthonic figurations
illuminated by mortal eyes
if mercurial dreams bestowed form
in a forgotten kingdom

fragile lungs gently invite
Prometheus' sacred fire
the man of clay breathes
and flames ignite
his heart of chaos

wandering beneath merciless stars
never have they adorned his precious head
with their benevolent light
a confused and apathetic withering life

being human, de declames
to have love pierce one's heart
to be enveloped by flames
and tormented by kisses
makes this little heart burn