I know not darkness to be a vice
Slithering up the leg, is a serpentine desire
To whisper in rosy tones, the sweetest lies
To kindle, a dead man’s pyre
In consciousness you won’t burn me to the ground
Drugged, you won’t make a sound
Few verses excellent, few sonnets terrible
I’ll sing it all, braver than ever, I’ll make it believable
I clear my throat, and begin my attempt
A feeble one, to breed in you loath and contempt
You like my song, I can see that
You”ll like me more when I am gone, can’t you see that?
You’re almost there, your blood is roaring murder
Please don’t think, don’t step back, do not surrender
That’s right, love. Ah the sight of the orange flames!
The death dance of flickering fire, a dance of fiery dames
There is no honor greater, set alight the pyre
It has been a long wait, I dread no fire
A dead man’s pyre, has no use for grief
I’m already gone, root , stem and leaf.
The flames are already licking up my corpse, the urgency
Hungry as they are, they were left to starve, to fulfill your fancy
Well, no more.