The swaying forms of flame birthed
Spectators watch eagerly as do I...

In the flicker of the light
And the crackle of the flame...

Sometimes I sing...
My lungs agonizing for breath...

I feel your eyes upon me,
A subtle vertigo of soul...

She lives through fire,
dancing radiant and free...

She loves poetry read softly
by candlelight to classical music...

The portal to death creaks its grim close
As the last of the embers loses light...

How blissful the thundering tempest
When in morn's decay at last it be...

With combinéd warmth and fur to aid,
In a thatched stone hut we sleep away...

There is an incredible feeling
When one loses chains...

It glistens in the light,
This length of steel...

I’d like the table
To remain its...