We were like dancing flames
Burning bright, fading slow
I stood in the aftermath-afterglow of your ruin
I watched you, revel in the arson that consumed you,
You could see no way out, but further in.
I held out my hand,
It was my desolation you feared.
One step forward, taking two steps back
I didn’t know what I had to lack, for you to think I was enough.
What must I do
To be vile enough to play with your fire tonight?
Your mighty flames wash to ashes in my small hands
The waves, the fleece, the sands of time,
I bring to you.
Rejected, they retreat.
I stand my ground.
With no where to go, but here
I promise to wait,
To fight, to dance, to burn with you tonight.