How you shine! oh candle flicker, that light
which beckons me toward your flashing fire.
How draw I nearer your waxen spire,
creeping closer to your bright-burning sight?
My blackened spots overtake body white,
consuming it with charcoal desire:
How could your glowing flame be my pyre,
your siren-warmth be my immortal night?
Burn, I burn, over your blaze and for it!
Searing fingers caress my soul and wings:
endure, endure, my frame, the pain that wracks
and chars you; instead, we ought adore it!
Our ashes fall into her melting wax,
married together: forever, we cling.
Another fun project for the ending of my creative writing class: a sonnet. I like it but I think it needs more time. Then again, if I didn’t publish it now, it would most likely be a “work-progress” forever. Cheers!