Symphony of Dancing Fire

Death is a Dream, as Life a Burden, Knife's sun gleam, veins start to harden. Pulse goes up, inner child died, waiting for old, follow with pride. watching blood, drip by drip, beautiful flood, from a serrated tip. pint by pint, unconscious and leery, heart slows down, perfect and weary. time has come, cross the plain, no more drip, no more pain. heat in waves, oceans of fire, lights go dismal, as I retire.