My spirit is one with yours since
the burning times and zealot’s reign.
We have walked, talked, made love,
made war, lived and died together.
I have burned at the stake with you,
and with the rising smoke and ashes our
souls flew together into the night sky;
Now, after finally being reunited with you
after what has been an eternity,
I find myself there once again,
thrown onto the fiery pyre of wood,
and slowly burned to oblivion.
You haven’t the strength to fight
my overly pious tormentors, or
put out the flames about me; so
once again I burn, a wisp of love,
but I burn.
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