Dark Places Within My Mind
FIREWALKER

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FIREWALKER

 

Giving lies to my fears....

she dances
across the ember light,
her body dancing in the flames

You long to know
what sort of creature she must be,

but she
is so like your nitemare and fantasies intwinded
drawing from you a savage lust
which you dare not share,

while you've lost in the mist of the night
in your room dreaming of your firey angel.
Is she is for you I cannot know.

Her eyes,
as blue as the rippling ocean waves meld with mine,
and even though I see my death there

Yet for her touch,

that burns my flesh

is what I long for

What I must have.

My firey goddess.