Firesong

It’s a windstorm

And she’s standing there,

Eyes closed with her blood drenched hair

Flying like a burning flag.

It’s the days before

And he’s killing her

With his long claws and his midnight fur

Like a wolf or a bear

On her deathbed

and she’s laughing

Like a child with a train ticket, laughing

She breathes last her first breath

The world is burning

And she is the fire

And her hair, her hair is everywhere

Burning you to nothing