writing Saint's Fire

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Faraway people, all destined to die

Away from the fire, but burning in shame

 

Follow the spirits, of the good and the kind

Of simple illusion, the demons do hide

 

And wait for no other, for all will disappear

Await for your own death, be quick and be blunt

 

These chains they will rattle, and weigh down your hearts

These spirits, they guide you, do they not?

Into the new fire, they drag and they push

 

It seems all the same, of which way we die

As empty as we feel, when the world falls apart

 

The spirits of lies, and disharmony united

Among all such pity, and greed of the fire

 

Do you not see?

That the burning never ceases

And by star light’s immortal curse, these flames grow on

Invading all hearts of those who will die

 

 

-David Favret