Surrender to me
Sweet daughter of lust
Answer my plea
I beg you; you must!
Caught up in the place
Where hell’s fires burn
Come feel my embrace
I’ll touch where you yearn
Hot molten rock
Flows down the stream
Dripping hard shock
Making you scream
Surrender to the power
Fall into the deep
My passionate flower
Atop the mountain, steep
Freedom rides on the darkest steed
Prices paid by sages of old
Fiery molten rocks fall from the sky
Bondage restored as the stories foretold
Chilling rain tempts the heart
Refreshed in the peace of lonely solace
New fog rising as the drops touch the coals
Choices formed in a moment of yes
Fire….
A word that evokes explosions of thoughts
Kindled by memories, sparked by the mind
Hot and white light, blinded with glee
Flowing molten rock, earth spews forth
Heat of the sun, light of the stars
Nights filled with passion, melting in you
Candle burns brightly, calm evening still
Destructor, Creator, Bold Fire of All
