Name the flame they oft bemoan,
Lurid satire of man's desire;
In his wish to stem his agony
Grits his teeth in scorching fire.

Cold condoles my loveless ruin
To fortify my selfish creed, but
My convictions ever shifting,
I am the fool who never heeds.

Listen; how I strain to sing along
To your laments of lonely dreams,
My sonorous poison moans as
Black spit to your pristine streams.

Into them I wade, to float and fester.
Do I dare posture as your muse?
These molten eyes do well to snuff
That blasted flame that mocks me.