The Fires Grow

Written By: Lady Alera Van Hexis

She held her head up

Tried to breathe

She opened her mouth

But she couldn’t scream

Her fire is burning

She’s writhing in pain

As the hideous flames

Surround her and she

Opens her mouth to scream

And now a broken soul

Lies upon a pillow of wilted roses

Upon the alter your built

For yourself

Upon that floor she now lies

She can’t see through broken eyes

Angels watch her suffering

But leave her in disgrace

With scars upon her face

Her fire is burning

She’s writhing in pain

As the hideous flames

Cover her again

Choking her mind in the darkness

Praying that she wouldn’t scream

Blood flows upon her white pillows

As she forgets everything

Her lips are now cold

And her body not warm

As the hot fires cease

And the cold settles upon her

The end has come

And voices cease

The cold now takes control

As she lies upon the grave

The very one she tried to brave

The one her willing lover made

As the fires seem to cease