Memories are aflame,
Upon a lonely funeral pyre,
Where flames lick their lips,
And I, with guilt,
Grieve,
For life has long taken me,
From that which I hold dearest,
Until my heart,
In pity,
Relents,
Till a sweet song begins to call,
And I, blindfolded,
May happily go,
Back to my life,
In death.
