the fire burns eternally.
a neverending light.
the paniced sound of screaming,
cuts through the artificial night.
she was trapped,
could not escape.
her lover on the ground beside her,
repeating sorry like a broken tape.
her eyes surveyed the wasteland,
searching for a way out.
she wanted to cry.
she wanted to shout.
finally she found it.
in the eyes of death.
burning with angry flames,.
he laughed at her intake of breath.
"what did you do pretty one?"
he asked with a light laugh
"i murdered my lover,
and killed my self," and she laughed back.
"did you like killing?"
he asked with hunger in his fiery eyes.
"it was fun to destroy,
the things that i despise"
he laughed.
you deserve to roam the earth,
killing everything in your wake.
all who have wronged you since birth.
and she disapeared to above,
leaving her poor love
YOU ARE READING
the new version of the lady of the fire...
Puisialot of the poetry repeats...but its changed and revised...;) its the lady of the fire...in a longer more complicated light... more of a backstory...i should shut up now...
