Flames are glowing in your eyes

Orange as the leaves in

Autumn…

Red as Satan’s forked

Tail…

Trees are dancing with a wicked

Passion…

As fire ignites in the

Forest…

My limbs are burning

With…

A dark and evil

Desire…

In the damnation of

Hell…

I’m guided by the sound of

Crackles…

From the fire

And…

The putrid scent of singed

Hair…

7:11 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013