Fire

Fire Dramatic much? One would think you were the flame of Passion. Shall I re-introduce you so that you can make your entrance again?! In your flashy clothes, that you wisk down your runway, whoosh. Are you gonna tell it once more, how the fuel feeds. Your ego, burnt offerings consuming everything. Burning the midnight oil, by tripping the light-fantastic. Shining. Me! I am the quest you seek and also the Bard that shines light on the tail, the tale and your tailor. Don't throw a hissy if you burn in the pit, out of prides- travails. Although the lines have blurred. (Leos. Don't stare too long or hard.) (You may get blinded by a dance of the seven veils) ( I love Leos. My Momma was a Leo, my main pride) Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2019