Burning beauty
dance ever aflame
Upper case I, upright!
Tell me, where does park
that naughty little spark,
that kissed you first to flame?
Else, that wick was sick
in a frozen-bosom shame.
I humbly envy you,
(and, wingless worm aglow)
you force-print your name
on dismal night�s brow.
[I may not philosophize�
but, Beauty, Will and Power,
together,
in One Wand�
an uncommon surprise.]
Don�t ever leave my room
this valley of gloom�
and doom
in ambush on my door.
Set ablaze the smoke-enshrouded
ember in my heart,
and let me, with you, fight
this murky-souled fright.
My candle! Honor now
your crazy moth�s love.
The sky and I affirm,
and, let the morning know,
but for that worm and you,
the Dark unchecked would go.
�