• I held a spark in my hand
    and watched it turn to fire
    burning everything I touch
    engulfed by wicked desire.
    In the other I held a stone
    it danced around my palm
    turning itself into a scythe
    then everything was calm.
    The fire desist and faded
    smokey ash filled the air
    a swish of death's blade
    and all was stripped bare.
    No more shall I ever fear
    the sting of man's disdain
    envelop my wicked heart
    in darkness it shall remain.