I do want to set the world on fire

A Poem by winter;lyra

She said
"Can you unveil the magic trick within my grace?"
She set the veil down her face
And then slipped
Through his fingers
Sweet illusion that he ever had her
But the pursuer is never staggered
Neither by winds or sins of his whims
She dangled, he ran after the left trail of a dense sense of heavenly presence

So he pivoted to the pretense
And ravaged through countless domains of the moral
She crossed mountains, he shattered mountains
A childish walk in the forest bloodied the flowers
A whispered secret killed a priest
And then when she danced
He sang:

"I do want to set the world on fire
I want to spark the dark in my heart"