lorrie

foolish friend of fancy

It sails through the air,
Like a beat of my heart.
I don't have to watch it:
I know when to start.
The pulse in my blood
Is so easy to find,
It races so thickly:
Is never confined.

It heats up my breath
As it does to the night,
My eyes are fevered
As they follow its light.
I dance to a rhythm
The world cannot hear
I know not the value
Of courage or fear.

Rippling sinew, and
Vulnerable hide
Is covered in sweat:
My strength is belied.
Who would believe
That a cripple, condemned,
Could see this bright music,
And then cause it to bend?

I see it as though
It lends light to my soul,
It caresses and burns,
It bends, does not fold.
It's strong, but it flickers,
It's cruel, but can warm,
It's fierce and it's angry,
It changes in form.

My riddles are over,
Its name I can hear.
Its hiss is like mine:
Its magic is near.
My dam once told me
That it was ever a liar,
And that I would be burnt
If I played with fire.

Written by Ark for me. Please don't steal.

Ren hasn't got around to coding this herself yet. Check out the CSS she used here.