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.