Friday, December 27, 2013

"The Burning"

“The Burning”

by: 
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.

I
The memories returned
Of her face , her beautiful face
There in the darkness I shuddered
I sinned

II
One cannot help desiring her
She who consumes my mind
In every sleeping
And waking hour

III
One cannot help to be drawn
To her whose smiles are like a flame
Drawing the moth ever closer
To its desire and death all the same

 IV
One cannot help being enchanted
To her who casts her spell with every breathe
To her who breathes life and magic to this world

 V
I have heard her voice
I have called her name
I have known her
Played her games

VI
She knows not what she does

Enticing me like that
I do know though that
We are all burned in the end

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