Vagrant spirit at the wick
Sometimes dancing lunatic
Other moments - coiled, hypnotic
Finger beckons - hot, erotic.
Cut from sun-skin, molten cloth,
Life to lost ones, death to moth.
Carbon whisper... Gold un-metal.
All-Hallows tallow. Igneous petal.
Flicker quicker so I draw
Your purest balance to my core.
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