Envy: Female’s Fiery Flaw
I have been asleep through the summer.
Now He returns, shadows slide across the walls,
Jumping and dancing, Jumping and dancing.
Suddenly my bright green eyes flare alight,
My Master’s figure within my sight
I Envy the cold winters chill, that trickles, down,
Trails down, His shivering spine.
The one that peers through the window plain.
That same blasted, winter’s rain
That took hold of My Master’s lips,
And with her frosted kiss Turned them Blue.
The same blabbering, Qurystal Queen
Whose touch tingled My Master’s toes
I laugh mirthlessly at the poor pathetic chill,
As My Master has no eye for her.
She can claw at the windows, She can look
For a way inside My Master’s temple,
But she will never have His heart: for it is Fire-filled.
I Envy the rain’s dew-drops, as her fingers
Carefully caress My Master’s cheek.
But she will not stand with Him as long as I.
I will burn her first and watch her die.
My smothering, smoking hair,
Bleeds Black into My Midnight dress.
My coal Burns Bright in anticipation,
For My Master’s touch.
As He reaches to warm his frosted fingers,
My lightning Lips reveal my ashen tongue,
“Burn, burn, fire of mine”
But just when My Master commands me thus
I lay back, wiping the embers from my eyes,
Master is safe, Master is fine.
I let My Blacken hair cover my face
The black consumes me and I sleep once more.