Flame

ablazed

as your little fire touched my wick

filling me with golden light

i mesmerized the moths

that gathered around my beauty

i didnt know how to warm them of my venom

i didn't plan to use it

then harsh winds blew away

my burning magnet

and all that was left of me

was the smoke emitted by my death

the moths

they didn't even come to my wake

i cried till i burned once more with hate

ablazed

as i stole forbidden fires

that fill me with nothing

my outside golden cover

has once more gathered a feast of moths

i dare not warn them of my beautiful poison

how shall my flock of hated burn?

February 2000

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