The Fire's Pain
I was burned to death,
Reaching out from these scorching fire.
Grasping for someone's breath,
Yet he blew my flickering desire.
I stare at his smoldering eyes,
As my flesh and bones are seared.
I dance a ritual to these flames,
No water of holy can this body be cured.
This turmoil scatters through me,
As pestilence is on its way.
Maybe I can be set free,
Not now, cause the pain makes me stay.
Rhyme scheme: ABAB
Meter: Trochaic Tetrameter with substitutions
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