Slash and Burn Tactics
I couldn’t tell you when it started
When I decided to destroy my mind.
I couldn’t tell you if I was the one who put the torch to timber or if I was just burning from the inside out.
The hand may have been mine
but the oil was yours
and the fires you bore as your sigil was what finally shot us a blaze.
How does it feel now to burn my love?
Is this what you wanted?
You preformed for years with that glowing orb in your hands and I never thought that it would be used to strike me
but here I am
In a grove that I’ve raised
engulfed in your flames once again
I forget you’ve danced with flame so often
you were never going to get hurt
A symphony of light and sound and movement
You bob and weave so gracefully in my minds eye that all I can do is stare
While the flames grow higher and higher.
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