The Anthem Unto Flame

Written for one of my muses -- thank you for inspiring me with your internal and external beauty these 3 years past.

You are an anthem unto flames,

Ascribed to ancient spells & snares,

Disbursed in blood & sable hair,

All in letters that defame me,

Oh, that I were breeze or sky,

That each day I could entreat,

With a sunset or a shower,

A cooling wind, the midnight hour,

Where sure repressed are sighs,

Leaking through your lungs at night,

As the record table turns,

Spilling songs of ruins: tired,

And sure regressed a slow decay,

Time won't pardon my desire,

Sure as day and sure as death,

All will smoke-out from the pyre,

For, until that time I'll hold,

These enchantments: wrought in bold,

Unbeknownst, so sure untold,

Here this anthem unto flames.