The Sin Of Fire Poem by Lili Freebird

Fire as a sin is capsulating, absolute brilliance,
What was that you have told me of Water, my love?
As her name of ice, a grace, rises from the grave,
You so jealously eye her amongst your own beauty,
I asked, how do you cope? I don’t, you said.

Her hair as white and free as the windows to her soul, her eyes,
Her eyes, so secretive but open, so deep but narrow,
Side by side with her blush and her disgust,
Her enchanting face,
Her dazzling body,
Her magnetizing skin color,
Her alluring scent of roses and vanilla,
Her name is kingdom,
Her home is hope,
She is not lost, but she is not found,
She is a blooming creature,
Yet to grow, yet to love.

And Air souring through the wind,
What does she say of you, my love?
The voice she owns is her all,
Her breath of cold and sweet and her mesmerizing soul,
She loves so slightly and so slow, with poise and grace and all of the above,
It is heaven, she says, to live and lie,
To know it’s wrong, but feels so right.

Earth, of earth you’re asking me?
Her golden hair, and fingertips so long,
She is the one that’s stuck on the other side,
But never worry,
They need her there, and she needs them,
It is her dream to escape and to finally live,
But her life is them, she is not to run away,
She is nothing more than a shell,
A pearl,
Through the golden fields she walks and sings a song,
A song of empty love and purity no more.

And you my love,
You live among the flames of your desires,
You are so young and so naive, so wise and good to me,
But to yourself you are not good,
You rip your hair,
And tear your flesh,
And break your heart,
You scratch and slit and slush,
You cleave and shred and gash,
And blame her for your mistakes,
You scream “I’m broken! I’m broken! ” within your rage and your despair,
But what you desire amongst your fire,
Is to be.


And you my love,
The truth to my rain,
The fire to my soul,
You are so perfect,
A flame you are,
So warm and lively,
To taste you is a dream of every living one,
You worry that you are not good enough,
You stare at her through the glass ball,
Through the hole you’ve made,
To bury her one day,
But you fell in yourself, my love
You are a sin, a poison for every light,
If you break free, then you let go,
If you’re set free of, you’ll start a chaos to the vivid world.
But you’re the purest one,
You won’t do any of it because you are a sin,
But a sin doesn’t have to be the devils child,
Fire, you are superior and in high spirits
Yes, you are a sin,
But, whose not one?