You burned your bridge
and laughed at flames
when they danced so pretty
beguiling you with trance
believing it gives me pain
feeding your soul
they made you believe
they were caustic and hurtful
these flames
that burn your heart
taking your air
making you
blacker than the hell you dream
You think you made me burn?
Unfortunately, what is
left are the ashes
of your cremation.
Copyright ©2008
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A superb write with a satiric touch....10