Burning hearts desires,
Something set afire,
Waiting times,
With chilling rhymes,
Burning souls take out moles.
Taking the tolls,
Spilling the rolls,
Something quite dire.
Wondering why,
We all may die,
A wondrous spoken attire.
Maybe why,
Is a question towards time,
An unspeakable yet trickable rhyme,
Selling stories unlike my typical thyme.
