The Burning

Sinuous tendrils of serpentine smoke,
Sweetly caress and viciously choke.
I Feel now the blisters,
And feel now the pain,
In this fell era,
When madness does reign.
Shed not a tear for me,
Vainly now burned.
Though death may now court me,
My heart has not turned.
One day there will come,
Sweet reasonâ??s repose,
And sad chapters of fear,
At last shall be closed.

- GLODD