Temper me with fire,
For I will not burn.
Oh,
My soul glows to bright,
And your ashes only burn.
Drowned me with water,
For I will not sink.
Oh,
My heart grew to fondly of depths
To fear water.
Burn me with those ashes,
For my remains will burn gold,
And they will mix.
But oh,
Will mine stand out,
For I am a legend.
Drop me in the water,
Drop my bloodied body in water.
My blood will stain the ocean red.
But oh,
Watch out for your boats,
And your precious sailors,
For I am a legend,
A legend of gold.
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Look Alive, Sunshine (Wattys 2015)
PoetryPoetry about saying goodbye.... about heartbreak.... about never moving forward...
