The World could

go up in flames,

and I wouldn't care.

I'd stand in the middle and

let the tendrils

lick away my skin.

I'd never make a

sound

not until I was

almost dead.

Then a scream

of joy will tear

from my lips

for all the world to hear!

And when

the Earth is

left in fire and

brimstone,

My ashes will

still be dancing.

Dancing in the

delight of

Death.