With
unease have I slept these past months.
Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams,
the sleight of hand un
leashing this perfec tion.
To such heights she
will grow.
Horrors deriven, ye who
stands atop wondrous pyres.
You breathe eternal that no
darkness shall withhold.
In favored
fascination do I covet thee so.
And I have thirsted to bathe
beneath such radiance,
among the dan cing of your
flickering robe.
No encumbrance embracing your swell,
for no barrier could contain.
Only in mor bid imaginings have
I dreamt of this cremation,
the join ing of my
ash to your unending tenure.
I who have awoken such madness ask
only this pittance
of appeasement: to burn eternally in your
loving arm s.
And to the dismay of my
every thought does she look
upon me in faces of aversion; her breath,
her grasp cauterizing
the tears I have shed.
Such multitudes of sorrow I
would welcome if it meant
only your loving embrace,
yet these woes I shall know
eternal for I still breathe alone.
And the sea of flames,
folding in on itself,
swallowed whole
the entirety.
How the roar of that which
remains untamed brings me
the only joy I this world I
have known.